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I reached for the mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The speakers began to hum with a low-frequency vibration that made my teeth ache.

The boy didn't move. The camera zoomed in on the back of his head. I noticed a small flickering at the edge of the screen—a digital artifact that looked like a barcode. FavoriteTeacher8mp4

The file was buried in a folder named RECOVERY_2012 on an old external hard drive I found at a yard sale. Amidst blurry vacation photos and dead links was a single video file: . I reached for the mouse to close the

I frowned. There were no students in the room. But as Mr. Aris began writing on the chalkboard, the camera panned slowly to the right. There, sitting in the front row, was a boy. He was perfectly still—so still he looked like a mannequin. The camera zoomed in on the back of his head

Suddenly, the video glitched. The colors inverted, turning the sunset purple and the shadows neon green. When the image stabilized, Mr. Aris was standing directly in front of the camera. His face filled the entire screen. The glare was gone from his glasses, revealing empty, black sockets. "You're late for class," he said.

"Good evening, class," he whispered. The audio was crisp, unnervingly clear against the grainy visual. "I’m so glad you stayed late for the extra credit."

The screen went black. In the reflection of the monitor, I could see the silhouette of a tall man standing in the corner of my room, holding a piece of chalk. I haven't looked back since.