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It was a fixed-angle shot of an empty playground at dusk. The quality was unnervingly high—too crisp for a standard security camera. In the center of the frame, a single red swing moved back and forth. There was no wind. The trees in the background were deathly still, their leaves frozen like plastic.

On screen, the man began to walk forward. With every step, the video feed glitched, tearing the image into jagged strips of purple and green. He was getting closer, his hand still outstretched.

Just as the figure’s blurred face filled the entire screen, the video cut to static. video-910b.mp4

When he double-clicked it, the media player didn't show a thumbnail. For the first thirty seconds, the screen remained black, filled only with the low, rhythmic hum of what sounded like a heavy industrial fan. Then, the image flickered to life.

Slowly, the figure raised a long, spindly hand and pointed. Not at something in the playground, but directly at the lens. It was a fixed-angle shot of an empty playground at dusk

The red swing from the video was hanging from his ceiling. And it was starting to move.

Elias leaned closer, his breath hitching. The man in the video turned his head toward the camera. Even without eyes, the gaze felt heavy, pinning Elias to his chair. There was no wind

Elias felt a chill crawl up his spine. He moved his mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't budge. The hum of the fan in the video grew louder, vibrating through his desk, through his bones.