Alex had been staring at his laptop screen for three hours. The cursor blinked mockingly at the end of an incomplete sentence. He was supposed to be finishing a project proposal, but his brain had turned to static.
The final image appeared. It was taken from inside the room, looking at his chair. The chair was empty. His laptop was closed. And behind the chair, leaning over the backrest, was the figure from the hallway—close enough now to see that it had no face, only a smooth, pale oval where features should be. laptop screen shot button
Then his screen flickered.
Alex’s heart kicked against his ribs. He looked behind him. Empty room. Locked door. Alex had been staring at his laptop screen for three hours