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Then, his sleep-self leaned in and whispered something. The audio was a distorted hiss, but Elias turned his speakers to the maximum. "Don't look behind the monitor," the recording rasped.

There, taped to the plastic casing, was a second smartphone. Its camera lens was pointed directly at the back of his head. It was still recording. AndroVid_6316mp4

Slowly, his heart hammering against his ribs, Elias gripped the edges of his desk. He began to lean to the side, his eyes locked on the narrow, dusty gap between the back of his monitor and the cold brick wall of his apartment. Then, his sleep-self leaned in and whispered something

Elias didn't open this one. He didn't have to. He could hear the faint sound of footsteps clicking on the hardwood floor directly behind his chair. There, taped to the plastic casing, was a second smartphone