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He didn't want to look. He remembered the text on the screen. But the "clack-clack" started again, not from his speakers this time, but from the darkness behind him.

Elias reached for the mouse to close the window, but the cursor wouldn't move. The video had resumed on its own. The camera in the hallway was moving now, panning slowly toward a door at the end of the hall. On the wood of the door, brass numbers caught the light: . 7712_720p.mp4

In the silence of his apartment, the only thing Elias could hear was the soft, digital "ding" of a new notification. He looked down at his phone. 7712_1080p.mp4 is ready for viewing. He didn't want to look

He paused the video, his heart hammering against his ribs. In the reflection of his monitor, he saw the door to his office—the door he always kept shut—was slightly ajar. A sliver of light from the hallway spilled in, flickering with the exact same stuttering rhythm as the light in the video. Elias reached for the mouse to close the

Elias felt a sudden, sharp chill. He lived on the 7th floor, in apartment 712.