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Julian felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck. He zoomed in. In the gap of the doorway, he could just make out the pale edge of a hand gripping the wood. It was thin, with elongated fingers that looked more like wax than flesh.

One Tuesday, while working late, Julian noticed something different. The image thumbnail seemed sharper. He clicked it open. The hallway wasn't empty anymore. At the very end of the corridor, where there had once been only a closed brown door, there was now a sliver of darkness. The door was slightly ajar. unnamed.jpg

Every time Julian tried to delete it, his computer would freeze. If he renamed it, it would revert back to "unnamed.jpg" by the next morning. It was a digital ghost, a stubborn glitch in his otherwise organized life. Eventually, he stopped trying to get rid of it and simply tucked it into a corner of his screen, hidden behind the trash bin icon. Julian felt a cold prickle at the base of his neck

His computer chimed from the desk. A new file had appeared on the desktop: . It was thin, with elongated fingers that looked

But that night, he dreamt of the hallway. He could smell the dust and the faint, sweet scent of rotting apples. He heard the floorboards groan under a weight that wasn't his own. When he woke up, drenched in sweat, he reached for his phone.

The image file "unnamed.jpg" had sat on Julian’s desktop for three years. He didn’t remember downloading it, and he certainly didn't remember taking it. It was a low-resolution shot of an empty hallway in an old house, bathed in a sickly, jaundiced light.