Doodstream - V0127 -

In the neon-lit depths of the underground web, was not just a file name. It was a ghost.

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On screen, a door at the end of the hallway slowly creaked open. In the neon-lit depths of the underground web,

When he turned back to his desk, the video on had changed. The timestamp now read 01:27:01 . The figure was no longer in the hallway. It was standing inside a cluttered room. When he turned back to his desk, the video on had changed

The player did not start immediately. Instead, the buffering circle spun lazily against a pitch-black background. Silas watched it, his reflection caught in the dark glass of his monitor.

Silas felt a cold dread sink into his chest. He looked away from the monitor and stared at the physical door to his bedroom. It was closed. He locked it. He was sure he locked it.