The title sounds like an urban legend or a "creepypasta" centered around a mysterious file found on the deep web or an old file-sharing site.
The photos were worse. They weren't of a person or a monster. They were photos of a concrete stairwell, taken from the perspective of someone walking down. In each subsequent photo, the lighting grew dimmer. By photo six, the walls were no longer concrete—they looked like rusted iron. By photo ten, the walls seemed to be made of something organic, pulsing with dark veins. Death.Below.part3.rar
I deleted the folder immediately. But when I looked at my desktop an hour later, the .rar file was back. And this time, it was 45 megabytes. It was growing. The title sounds like an urban legend or