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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. Ajb00004 mp4

On his monitor, the video reached the 4:40 mark. The creature in the closet began to push the door open. On the screen, the infrared light died. In the real world, Elias’s desk lamp flickered and went out. The file deleted itself a second later, leaving

Elias didn't reach for the mouse. He just watched the red "record" light on his webcam turn on, glowing like a small, unblinking eye in the dark. The lens focused on a closet door

Driven by a morbid curiosity, he hit play again. The camera in the video turned around, and for a split second, the person holding it caught their reflection in a dusty mirror. It was Elias. He looked older, his hair graying, his face etched with a level of terror he hadn't yet known.

In the video, the "future" Elias whispered to the lens, "It doesn't want the data. It wants the observer."

At that moment, the thrumming audio in the video synced perfectly with a sound coming from the hallway of Elias's actual apartment. He looked toward his bedroom door. It was slightly ajar.