Elias felt a cold, wet hand rest on his real shoulder. He didn't look back. He couldn't. He just watched the screen as the "Close" button finally appeared. He clicked it, but the room stayed dark.
He froze. The perspective was from the ceiling corner, looking down at his door. On the screen, the door was closed. In reality, it was cracked open just an inch. He looked toward the real door, then back at the screen. URE-088-MR.mp4
The figure on the screen stepped into the frame. It was tall, wearing a suit that looked like it was made of wet charcoal. It didn't have a face, just a smooth surface where features should be. It walked toward the desk—toward where Elias was sitting—and leaned over his shoulder. Elias felt a cold, wet hand rest on his real shoulder