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It sat in a folder labeled "Recovered_Data_1998" on a dusty external drive Elias had bought at an estate sale. He clicked play.

The curtain rod groaned. The fish-printed plastic began to tear. in bathroomymp4

Suddenly, the shower curtain moved. Not a flutter, but a slow, deliberate pull from the inside. A silhouette pressed against the plastic—wide shoulders, but no head. It sat in a folder labeled "Recovered_Data_1998" on

Elias leaned closer to the screen, his breath hitching. In the reflection of the cracked medicine cabinet mirror, he saw the person filming. It was a younger version of the man whose estate he’d just cleared out. The man in the mirror wasn't looking at the shower; he was looking directly into the camera lens, tears streaming down his face, his mouth moving in a silent plea. The fish-printed plastic began to tear

Elias sat back, his heart hammering against his ribs. The silence of his own apartment suddenly felt heavy. He looked toward his hallway, where the bathroom door stood slightly ajar. Then, from behind that door, he heard it. Drip. Drip. Drip. He hadn't used that sink all day.

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At the one-minute mark, the camera began to shake, as if the person holding it was shivering. You couldn't see the filmer, only the edge of a white-knuckled hand gripping the doorframe.