Janet went through life threatening people. Nobody dared cross her; they knew she was capable of some very mean stuff. Janet was born in the 60s, and although the hippy movement was over, Janet kept her long flowing locks and kept doing LSD.
Janet bullied a man into marrying her by pretending she was pregnant. She did have some children, but she barely remembered going through it. She was too busy threatening her neighbors, family and the few friends she had. She loved to write nasty messages on people’s cars, their garage doors, anywhere she felt like it.
After several complaints and police visits, Janet’s husband decided to try to keep her locked in the house. But she was so shrill he had to do something to shut her up, so he bought her a computer. Now, Janet’s bullying and psychoses could be witnessed by a much larger audience, and she fully intended to make use of it.
She roamed all over the internet, threatening people. She had connections, all the way from the dog catcher to the UN and NATO, and if they didn’t agree with her, they would be sorry. She kept referring to her ‘feed’ and nobody knew if she was hungry or she had to go slop the hogs. Her all-time favorite bullying revolved around her tracking down people and calling their bosses to get them into trouble.'
Janet got crazier as the days wore on. Her hubby soon found out that the computer wasn’t keeping Janet quiet (she’d scream and hit it even in the middle of the night). He recognized that she was getting worse. He wasn’t sure what he should do—he didn’t think he had enough on her to have her committed, but he couldn’t stand her screeching. He locked himself in the basement and ran his woodworking saw all the time to drown out her screaming.
One day Janet ran into the basement and turned off the buzz saw, and told him that the computer had tried to kill her. He just shook his head and turned the saw back on. She turned it back off. He turned it on again and now he’s getting pissed. “A computer can’t kill anyone, shut up and go back upstairs.”She went up the steps, mumbling to herself in an angry tone, and he went back to his saw, not making anything really, just trying to keep busy and not hear her. He didn’t hear a sound, and didn’t go up for hours. When he did get upstairs, he found Janet dead, with her head pushed through the monitor screen and broken glass and plastic all around her.
He stood there a while, then smiled and picked up the phone. “911? I think the computer just killed my wife. Please come and take her away.”