The sound wasn't coming from the speakers anymore. It was coming from the wooden door right behind him.
He didn't turn around. He looked back at the screen. On the monitor, the door in the video was slowly creaking open. A thin, grey hand, long-fingered and trembling, reached around the frame. totototoototot.mp4
Elias frowned and reached for the volume. As he turned it up, the rhythm shifted. The "tots" became sharper, like a beak hitting glass. Suddenly, the black screen flickered. A single, grainy frame appeared: a view of a hallway. It was Elias’s hallway. Not a recording of it—a live feed. He could see the light from his office spilling onto the carpet. The sound wasn't coming from the speakers anymore