Then, a second line of text appeared under the search bar, typed out letter by letter as if by an invisible hand:
The camera angle was high, tucked into the corner where the ceiling met the wall. In the grainy, low-res video, he could see the back of his own head, the messy pile of laundry on his bed, and the blue light reflecting off his glasses. You searched for Room - myflixer
Leo’s eyes darted to his real door. The lock hadn't moved. Then, a second line of text appeared under
There was nothing there but a spiderweb and a faint water stain. The lock hadn't moved
The laptop screen went black. In the reflection of the glass, Leo didn't see his own face anymore. He saw the door behind him—and it was wide open.
Leo clicked the first result. Instead of the movie trailer he expected, the screen pulsed with a dull, rhythmic gray light. A window popped up, but it wasn’t an ad. It was a live feed of a room—specifically, his room.
He froze. Heart hammering against his ribs, he slowly looked up at the corner of the ceiling.
