The video was about 20 minutes long.
Nothing happened for the first 5 minutes. Just an empty room.
Then a man walked in.
And my stomach dropped.
It was the guy I bought the PC from.
He didn’t know he was being recorded.
At least… that’s what it looked like.
He sat down, turned on the TV, just acting completely normal. Like any random person at home.
But something felt off.
I skipped ahead.
At around the 14-minute mark, he suddenly stopped moving.
Just froze.
Completely still.
Not like a pause—like someone hit “pause” on reality.
Then slowly… he turned his head.
Not toward the TV.
Not toward the door.
Straight toward the camera.
And he smiled.
Not a normal smile.
The kind that makes your skin crawl because it feels… intentional.
Like he knew.
I closed the video immediately.
My heart was racing. I told myself it was fake. Some kind of weird project or ARG or something.
But then I noticed something worse.
There were dozens of videos.
Different timestamps.
Different days.
I opened another one.
This time, it was nighttime.
Same room.
The man was asleep on the couch.
At least… I thought he was.
At around 3:12 AM (timestamp in the file name), the front door slowly opened.
No sound.
No forced entry.
It just… opened.
Someone walked in.
But you couldn’t see their face.
The camera angle didn’t capture it.
All you could see was a shadow moving across the floor.
Step by step.
Closer to the couch.
The man didn’t wake up.
Didn’t move.
Nothing.
The figure stood over him for a few seconds.
Then…
The video cut.
I sat there in silence.
Something was seriously wrong.
This wasn’t normal.
This wasn’t a joke.
I went back to the desktop.
The folder was gone.
Just… gone.
I checked everywhere.
Recycle bin. Search bar. Hidden files.
Nothing.
Like it never existed.
At this point, I was freaking out.
I unplugged the internet. Shut the PC down. Just sat there thinking.
Then I remembered something.
The seller.
I went back to our messages.
His profile was still there.
But the listing?
Deleted.
I tried messaging him.
No response.
I tried calling.
Number disconnected.
That’s when I noticed something that made everything worse.
The address he gave me when I picked up the PC…
Was only 10 minutes away from my house.
I didn’t sleep that night.
Or the next.
Two days later, I decided to do something stupid.
I drove past the address again.
The house was empty.
Windows boarded up.
“For Sale” sign in the yard.
But it looked like no one had lived there for a long time.
I asked a neighbor what happened.
They looked confused.
Then said something I’ll never forget:
“Oh… that place? The guy who lived there disappeared months ago.”
I felt my chest tighten.
I didn’t say anything else.
Just left.
When I got home…
My PC was on.
I was sure I turned it off.
100%.
I walked slowly toward it.
The screen was black.
Then suddenly—
The desktop appeared.
And that folder came back.
“don’t_open”
This time, I didn’t touch the mouse.
I just stared.
A new file appeared.
Right in front of me.
It wasn’t a timestamp.
It had a name.
“you’re_next.mp4”
I unplugged the PC instantly.
I don’t care if it’s broken. I don’t care what was on it.
I’m not turning it on again.
That was yesterday.
And last night…
At exactly 3:12 AM…
I heard my front door open.
I live alone.
I don’t think this story is over.