When he first clicked play, the screen stayed black for nearly a minute. Only the audio hummed—a low, rhythmic thrumming like a heavy heart beating underwater. At the 1:12 mark, the image flickered to life. It was a handheld camera view of a suburban hallway, the wallpaper peeling like dead skin.
The file deleted itself a second later, leaving behind only a text document that appeared on his desktop:
There was no one in the frame, but the camera moved with a frantic, limping gait. It ducked into a bedroom. The person holding the camera wasn't looking for something; they were hiding. The lens focused on a closet door. Through the slats, Elias could see a pair of eyes reflecting the camera’s infrared light. They weren't human eyes. They were too wide, set too far apart, and they didn't blink.
