The "match" wasn't a link. It was a video player that occupied the entire browser window. The footage was grainy, black and white, and slightly distorted, like an old security camera.
Then, he noticed something in the video that wasn't in his actual room. In the reflection of the monitor on the screen, a door was slowly creaking open. The door to his closet—the one directly behind him. Search Results for teror
He sat in total silence, the only sound the hum of the computer fan. He slowly turned his head. His closet door was shut tight. He checked the latch; it was locked from the outside, just as he had left it to keep his cat from shredding his coats. The "match" wasn't a link
"Lag," he whispered, his voice trembling. He waited five seconds. Ten. The figure on the screen didn't move. Then, he noticed something in the video that
Elias froze. He didn't turn around. He kept his eyes glued to the search result. In the grainy footage, a pale, spindly hand emerged from the darkness of the closet, reaching toward the back of the seated figure's neck. The Refresh