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The video was shaky, filmed in low light. It started with a shot of my own feet walking across the hardwood floor of my living room. I could hear my heavy, rhythmic breathing. In the background, the battery-operated clock on the wall ticked—the only sound in the silent house.

I watched myself walk toward the hallway mirror. In the reflection, the "me" on screen looked exhausted, eyes bloodshot from the heat. But as I leaned in closer to the glass, the version of me in the video didn’t move his lips. VID_20220820_163901_736mp4

The most unsettling part wasn't the hand. It was the timestamp at the bottom of the screen. The video was shaky, filmed in low light

The camera tilted up toward the ceiling. In the corner of the frame, just before the video cut to black, a hand—long, grey, and possessing too many knuckles—reached down from the attic access panel. In the background, the battery-operated clock on the

The file had been sitting in the "Recovered" folder of my old phone for years.