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Leo scrambled back, tripping over a power cord. As the figure in the video reached his door, his own physical door creaked. He tried to kill the task, but the screen locked
The camera light on his laptop turned green. Usually, the app showed a blur of faces—teenagers in bedrooms or people killing time at work. But the first person to appear wasn't a person at all. It was a feed of an empty, dimly lit hallway that looked suspiciously like the one just outside Leo’s bedroom door.