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He didn't want to look behind him. He kept his eyes locked on the monitor, watching the digital version of his own back. In the video, the figure holding the camera was finally visible in the reflection of the window behind Elias’s desk. It was a tall, shadowed shape wrapped in what looked like magnetic tape, its face a smooth, featureless surface of static. The progress bar hit the end. 3:00 / 3:00.

On screen, a hand entered the frame. It was too long, with an extra joint in the middle of the palm, reaching toward the edge of the crib. As the fingers gripped the wood, the audio suddenly cut to total silence. The camera tilted up. 1_5015151986333450365.avi

Slowly, the file name on the top of the window began to change. The numbers scrambled and reordered themselves, ticking up like a countdown. 1_5015151986333450366.avi. He didn't want to look behind him

The video started in the middle of a hallway. The camera was low to the ground, moving with a rhythmic, wet sliding sound. There was no music, only the heavy, labored breathing of someone—or something—holding the recording device. The walls were covered in patterned wallpaper that seemed to vibrate, the floral prints shifting and blooming like time-lapse rot. It was a tall, shadowed shape wrapped in

Elias reached for the mouse to close the window, but his cursor was gone. He tried to kill the power to the monitor, but the button felt like cold stone, unresponsive.

When he double-clicked it, his media player didn't open. Instead, his monitor flickered, the refresh rate dropping until he could see the individual lines of light scanning across the glass.

Elias froze. The room on the screen wasn't a nursery anymore. The wallpaper had changed. It was now a perfect, pixel-for-pixel match of his own home office. The camera on the screen panned slowly to the right, mimicking the exact movement a person would make if they were standing in his doorway.