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Suddenly, a figure entered the frame of the video. It was Elias, wearing the same grey hoodie he had on now. But in the video, he wasn't looking at the computer. He was looking directly into the "camera"—which seemed to be positioned exactly where the monitor sat.

When the file finally opened, the video player didn't show a movie or a home video. Instead, it was a static-heavy feed of a room that looked exactly like his own—down to the half-empty coffee mug on the desk and the specific lean of the bookshelf. AgADtgADnvAAAVc.mkv

He didn't turn around. Instead, he watched the screen as a second pair of hands—pale, long-fingered, and definitely not human—reached out from the shadows of the video-room and rested gently on the shoulders of his digital self. On the screen, "Video Elias" didn't look scared. He smiled. Suddenly, a figure entered the frame of the video

He waved his hand. On the screen, the empty room remained still. He was looking directly into the "camera"—which seemed

Elias looked down at his own shoulders. There was nothing there. But when he glanced back at the monitor, the file had already deleted itself. The screen was black, reflecting only his own terrified face—and the tall, dark shape standing right behind his chair.