I must have been twelve or thirteen when I first got a cell phone, and little did I know it would usher a brave new world of kaleidoscopic modern horrors into my life. No, I’m not talking about the nearly all-consuming screen addiction I’ve developed, as my phone has become more like an appendage rather than an appliance. That’s a topic for another day. Today, I’m talking about spooky chain text messages. You know, texts you’d get from a friend like, “Send this to ten friends or get visited tonight by the ghost of a precocious and murderous little girl!1!!1!!!!”
