The search result hadn't been a movie. It had been an invitation.

Elias froze. On the screen, the woman’s fingers stopped moving. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. In the reflection of the monitor, Elias saw a pair of pale, twitching hands emerging from the shadows of his own living room, reaching for the back of his neck.

Elias pulled up . The site was a graveyard of pop-up ads and pirated dreams, but it was reliable. He typed the name into the search bar, expecting the usual "No Results Found" or perhaps a low-budget children's cartoon. Instead, the screen flickered.

"Found you," a voice whispered. It didn't come from the laptop speakers. It came from the darkened hallway behind his chair.