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The curtain rod groaned. The fish-printed plastic began to tear.

Elias leaned closer to the screen, his breath hitching. In the reflection of the cracked medicine cabinet mirror, he saw the person filming. It was a younger version of the man whose estate he’d just cleared out. The man in the mirror wasn't looking at the shower; he was looking directly into the camera lens, tears streaming down his face, his mouth moving in a silent plea. in bathroomymp4

Just as a pale, elongated hand reached out from the tub, the video feed glitched. The screen turned a vibrant, aggressive static blue. The curtain rod groaned

Suddenly, the shower curtain moved. Not a flutter, but a slow, deliberate pull from the inside. A silhouette pressed against the plastic—wide shoulders, but no head. In the reflection of the cracked medicine cabinet