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Caleb sat in the silence of his apartment, the blue light of the monitor reflecting in his wide eyes. Outside, the evening was calm. Then, with a soft clack of a breaker tripping, the monitor went dark. The streetlights outside flickered and died.
He hit download. The progress bar crawled, a relic of a slower era. When it finally finished, Caleb hesitated. The file size was strangely large for an AVI—nearly 4GB for what the properties claimed was only three minutes of footage. He opened it in a basic media player. 2.avi - BayFiles
The "on-screen" Caleb didn't look at the camera. He looked through it, as if he could see the Caleb sitting at the desk in the past. Caleb sat in the silence of his apartment,
The screen stayed black for the first forty seconds. The only sound was a low-frequency hum, the kind that makes your teeth ache. Then, the image flickered to life. It was a fixed-angle shot of a hallway—Caleb’s own hallway, viewed from the corner near the ceiling. The streetlights outside flickered and died
In the absolute pitch black of the hallway, there was a heavy, rhythmic knock on the front door.
