It was a live broadcast of him, from a high angle in his own room where no camera existed.

He spun around, his heart hammering against his ribs. There was nothing there but the shadows cast by his desk lamp.

It wasn't the sound of the movie. It was the sound of heavy, wet breathing.

Leo watched in horror as a figure appeared at the far end of the hallway on his screen. It was wearing his own clothes. It was sitting at a desk, staring at a glowing laptop screen.

On the screen, he saw a shadow stretch out from under his bed. A pale, twitching hand with unnaturally long fingers reached up and gripped the edge of his real-world chair.

When he turned back to the laptop, the screen had changed again. The characters were gone. The video was now a live feed of a dark, narrow hallway lined with decaying doors. Flashing at the bottom of the screen was a new file title: Download--User.Leo--Live-Feed--Room-402---1080p

The title was exactly what Leo had been searching for: .