Looking back, I should not have let it update.
Not on May 30th.
Not on Loomis Day.
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Hes the reason we can use our laptops and our radios and our televisions and our phones.
He thought up the idea that led to the creation of every piece of technology we use today.
I know, I know, who cares?
Well, that part becomes important later.
My phone had been giving me notifications about updating formonthsand I kept ignoring them.
My finger accidentally hit theinstall nowbutton before I could stop it.
In the moment, it seemed harmless.
But looking back, I should not have let it update.
Not on that day.
Not on Loomis Day.
Nothing seemed strange at first.
I texted my boyfriend like usual.
I set my alarms like usual.
I checked my Gmail like usual.
I didnt realize the weight of what had happened until later in the day.
It started when I went to check my camera roll to confirm none of the photographs had disappeared.
I saw pictures of my dog and screenshots of conversations with friends and was relieved nothing had been lost.
But then I scrolled a little further and noticed some pictures had turned into black boxes.
I didnt realize until later that all of those black boxes had been selfies.
Then the glitch jumped to the camera.
Every time I tried to take a selfie, the screen blinked to black.
It took a lot of digging to find information that was actually useful.
One was calledThe Loomis Curseand mentioned malfunctioning cameras and social media apps, all the things I was experiencing.
Every single person who experienced the glitches had updated their phone on May 30.
The assumption was that he didnt like what his technology had evolved into.
He didnt like how self-obsessed our generation had become.
A voice recording had picked up a high-pitched whisper that resembled the wordvain.
Then a video showed the investigator holding a mirror in front of Loomis gravestone.
A crack sliced through the center of it without any pressure applied.
The footage could have been doctored, but I dont see the point.
According to the article, the curse could not be broken.
I could buy a new phone, but the one I already owned would never work right again.
Some people felt a burst of coldness whenever they held their phone or placed it inside their pocket.
Some people were zapped with electricity whenever they attempted to punch in on the keyboard.
Some people had nightmares of Loomis, looming over their beds and cracking their skull with their screens.
I have a new phone now.
And whenever I see that annoying little notification, I presslater.
Just to stay safe.
