He didn't turn around. He looked back at the screen. On the monitor, the door in the video was slowly creaking open. A thin, grey hand, long-fingered and trembling, reached around the frame.
He froze. In the video, a small, pale shape scuttled across the floor at the edge of the frame. To-to-tot. totototoototot.mp4
Elias frowned and reached for the volume. As he turned it up, the rhythm shifted. The "tots" became sharper, like a beak hitting glass. Suddenly, the black screen flickered. A single, grainy frame appeared: a view of a hallway. It was Elias’s hallway. Not a recording of it—a live feed. He could see the light from his office spilling onto the carpet. He didn't turn around