“you’re_next.mp4”
My hands were shaking.
Every instinct told me to stop.
But I didn’t.
I clicked it.
The video started immediately.
No loading this time.
No delay.
It was a room.
Dark.
Silent.
At first, I didn’t recognize it.
Then my stomach dropped.
It was my apartment.
The angle…
From the corner of the ceiling.
Facing the exact spot where my bed is.
The timestamp?
3:12 AM — Last Night
I couldn’t breathe.
I skipped forward.
There I was.
Sleeping.
Completely unaware.
Then…
The door opened.
Just like I heard it.
Slow.
Silent.
Someone walked in.
Same thing as before.
No face visible.
Just a shadow.
Step by step.
Closer to my bed.
I was watching myself sleep…
While something stood over me.
I paused the video.
My entire body felt cold.
Then I noticed something I missed.
In the reflection of my TV screen…
You could almost see a face.
Not clearly.
But enough.
And I recognized it.
It was him.
The man who sold me the PC.
But that made no sense.
He was missing.
Gone.
Unless…
I kept watching.
The figure leaned down.
Right next to my ear.
And then the video cut.
I sat there in silence.
Trying to process it.
Trying to make sense of something that didn’t make sense.
Then the screen flickered.
A new clip started playing automatically.
No file name.
No timestamp.
Just live footage.
From the same camera angle.
My room.
Right now.
I slowly turned my head toward my bedroom door.
And that’s when I realized something I hadn’t noticed before.
The door…
Was slightly open.
I live alone.
I never leave it open.
The video on the screen showed the same thing.
The same angle.
The same open door.
Then—
Movement.
The door creaked.
Just a little more.
On the screen…
And in real life.
At the same time.
I couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t breathe.
A shadow appeared in the doorway.
And just before the screen went black…
I heard a voice.
Not from the PC.
Right behind me.
Whispering:
“You opened it.”