Viktor always sought "authenticity" for his horror articles. His latest piece, The Anatomy of Fear , required him to spend a night in the abandoned Blackwood Manor—a place locals claimed breathed on its own.
He looked at his screen. Below his last sentence, new words were appearing in real-time, though his hands were in his lap: Viktor always sought "authenticity" for his horror articles
Viktor froze. Behind him, the heavy oak door creaked. He didn't turn around. He didn't want to see what was now typing the next sentence: The Anatomy of Fear
"True horror is realizing the door you locked from the inside was just opened from the outside." new words were appearing in real-time
