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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.

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. 1_5015151986333450365.avi

He felt a cold, static-charged breath against the back of his neck. The recording of the next minute had just begun. Elias reached for the mouse to close the

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. The room on the screen wasn't a nursery anymore

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.

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.

At the sixty-second mark, the camera turned into a room. It was a nursery. A wooden crib sat in the center, but it was oversized, built for something the size of a grown man. The breathing on the audio sharpened into a rhythmic clicking.