He pans the camera toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, the November wind is whipping the skeletal branches of the oaks against the glass. Then, the reflection hits. It isn't Elias’s reflection.
In the video, the camera shakes slightly as it moves through the darkened hallway of the old lake house. You can hear the heavy, rhythmic breathing of the person holding the phone—my brother, Elias. It was the last video he ever took. VID_20221114_232808_016.mp4
For the first ten seconds, it’s just shadows and the amber glow of a dying fire in the hearth. But at the eleven-second mark, Elias whispers something that sounds like "Did you see that?" He pans the camera toward the floor-to-ceiling windows