The glitch in the timestamp made his skin prickle. He lived alone in a high-rise where the only sound was the hum of the HVAC and the occasional muffled siren from the streets of Chicago. It was 11:30 PM. He double-clicked.
The video Elias spoke. No words came out, only the sound of a dial-up modem shrieking. Suddenly, the 0 KB file began to grow. 291856.mp4
In the video, a door at the end of the hall creaked open. A figure emerged. It was Elias, wearing the same gray hoodie he had on right now. On screen, the digital Elias looked exhausted. He walked toward the camera, eyes fixed on his phone, oblivious to the fact that he was being recorded from the ceiling. "What is this?" Elias whispered, his breath hitching. The glitch in the timestamp made his skin prickle