At the sixty-second mark, the camera turned into a room. It was a nursery. A wooden crib sat in the center, but it was oversized, built for something the size of a grown man. The breathing on the audio sharpened into a rhythmic clicking.
Elias heard the physical thud on the floorboards directly behind his chair.
Elias reached for the mouse to close the window, but his cursor was gone. He tried to kill the power to the monitor, but the button felt like cold stone, unresponsive.