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Julian felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck. He zoomed in. In the gap of the doorway, he could just make out the pale edge of a hand gripping the wood. It was thin, with elongated fingers that looked more like wax than flesh.

He shut his laptop immediately. "It’s just an algorithm," he whispered to the empty room. "An AI-generated prank or a lingering virus."

A notification was waiting for him. AirDrop: "unnamed.jpg" wants to share a photo. unnamed.jpg

One Tuesday, while working late, Julian noticed something different. The image thumbnail seemed sharper. He clicked it open. The hallway wasn't empty anymore. At the very end of the corridor, where there had once been only a closed brown door, there was now a sliver of darkness. The door was slightly ajar.

But that night, he dreamt of the hallway. He could smell the dust and the faint, sweet scent of rotting apples. He heard the floorboards groan under a weight that wasn't his own. When he woke up, drenched in sweat, he reached for his phone. Julian felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck

The screen was cracked, but the image was clear. It wasn't the hallway anymore. It was a photo of Julian’s bedroom, taken from the corner of his ceiling. In the bed, Julian lay asleep. Beside him, sitting on the edge of the mattress, was a figure with no face—just a smooth, blank surface where features should be.

He declined it. It popped up again. And again. The screen became a flickering strobe light of requests. In a fit of panic, Julian threw the phone across the room. It hit the wall and landed face-up. It was thin, with elongated fingers that looked

His computer chimed from the desk. A new file had appeared on the desktop: .