The video was exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds long. When Elias hit play, the screen stayed black for nearly a minute, filled only with the sound of heavy, rhythmic breathing and the distant chime of a wind bell.
Elias lunged for the power cord, ripping it from the wall. The screen went black. In the sudden silence, the rhythmic breathing from the video didn't stop—it just moved from the speakers to the air right behind his ear. ben889.mp4
On the screen, Elias saw himself sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor. And behind him, a small, pale hand reached out from the shadows of the bookshelf. The video was exactly three minutes and fourteen
At that exact moment, the video froze, but the audio continued. Elias heard his own front door click open. He lived alone. He turned around, but the hallway was empty. When he looked back at the screen, the timestamp was still moving, but the room in the video had changed. It was no longer the sun-drenched hallway; it was Elias’s own office, filmed from the corner of the ceiling. The screen went black
