Doodstream — V0127 -

He hovered his mouse over the pulsing yellow play button. The video had zero views. He was the first. ⚡ The Buffer Silas pressed play.

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When he turned back to his desk, the video on had changed. The timestamp now read 01:27:01 . The figure was no longer in the hallway. It was standing inside a cluttered room. He hovered his mouse over the pulsing yellow play button

The video was a live feed of his own room, filmed from a high corner near the ceiling where no camera existed. On the screen, Silas could see himself sitting at his desk, staring in absolute terror at his computer monitor. ⚡ The Buffer Silas pressed play

When the video finally loaded, there was no production logo, no opening credits, and no music. Just a static shot of a dimly lit, empty hallway. The camera was handheld, shaking slightly as if the operator was breathing heavily. The timestamp in the corner read: 01:27:00 .

Silas felt a cold dread sink into his chest. He looked away from the monitor and stared at the physical door to his bedroom. It was closed. He locked it. He was sure he locked it.