For a moment, nothing. Then the image shuddered into existence: a single chair in the middle of an empty room. Fluorescent light. No shadows. The chair was wooden, straight-backed, the kind you’d find in an abandoned school.
I closed the player. The desktop was still black. But now, underneath alstain.avi , a new file had appeared: alstain_reply.avi . Same size. Same timestamp. alstain.avi
But last night, I heard tapping from inside my bedroom wall. Tap. Tap. Tap. And this morning, the chair at my desk had turned to face the corner. End of piece. For a moment, nothing
The file ended there. No error. No loop. Just a frozen frame of the hand, pointing. For a moment