It was footage from Leo’s basement. The three of them, laughing, daring each other. But the angle was wrong—it was shot from inside the closet. And in the bottom corner, a watermark: FinalFrame_99.
“Don’t blink.”
Not much. A single, slow creak forward, then back. The chat exploded. Leo leaned in. “Replay it.” GhostFreakXX
“Ten thousand people are watching a chair,” Sam whispered, hugging a pillow. “It’s been three hours.” It was footage from Leo’s basement
Sam screamed. Maya slammed the laptop shut. slow creak forward