He slammed the laptop lid shut. The sudden silence of the room pressed in on him. He sat in the dark for a full minute, listening to the hum of the air conditioning and the rapid thudding of his own heart. Was it a prank? Some kind of elaborate scareware bundled with the pirated assets?
Heart hammering against his ribs, Elias clicked the next image in the sequence. Download File INTRO-HD.NET-tutorial-chanel-prom...
This photo wasn't taken from his webcam. It was taken from the dark hallway just outside his editing bay, looking through the cracked open door. In the center of the frame was the back of Elias’s head as he sat at his desk. But that wasn't what made his blood run cold. He slammed the laptop lid shut
This one was a photo taken from the webcam of his laptop. It showed him sitting in his chair, hunched over, illuminated by the cold blue glow of the monitor. He looked exhausted, desperate, and completely unaware that he was being watched. Was it a prank
Behind him, in the absolute quiet of the locked studio, Elias heard the soft, unmistakable sound of a floorboard creaking directly at his back. If you would like to continue this thriller, let me know: Should Elias or confront the presence ?
He froze. He looked at the bottom right corner of the image. The date and time displayed in the screenshot were from exactly ten minutes ago. He could see the open browser tabs he had used to find the file, and even the Spotify playlist he was currently listening to.
Standing just a few feet behind his chair, barely visible in the deep shadows of the room, was a tall, unnaturally thin figure. It had no distinct facial features, just a smooth, pale expanse where a face should be, tilted slightly to the side as if observing him.