Subtitle 13 Eerie -

Elias bolted upright. He stared at the heavy oak door. The deadbolt was thrown, the chain was engaged. But as he watched, the brass chain began to slide, link by link, as if pulled by a slow, invisible hand. There was no sound of metal on metal. Only the silence of the room, heavy and suffocating.

Elias felt the bedframe vibrate. A soft, wet scraping sound rose from the floorboards. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to jump, to scream. But his muscles were lead. He kept his eyes locked on the television, watching his own reflection on the screen slowly turn its head toward the edge of the mattress. subtitle 13 Eerie

Elias felt a breath, cold and smelling of damp earth, brush against the nape of his neck. Elias bolted upright

Elias frowned, leaning forward. He hadn't seen the first twelve subtitles. In fact, there had been no dialogue at all, no music, just the rhythmic whir-clack of a projector that shouldn't have been there. But as he watched, the brass chain began

The television screen went pitch black, leaving Elias in total darkness. The only thing left was the text, glowing with a faint, sickly green light in the center of the void.