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40.jpg . The silhouette was at the foot of his desk. 45.jpg . The figure was leaning over his shoulder. In the photo, the creature's face was a blur of grey static, but its long, wet fingers were inches from his hair.

He looked at the bottom of his screen. The "New Mail" notification popped up again. Trembling, he hit the right arrow key.

He forced his finger to click the arrow one last time, skipping straight to 48.jpg . Download File 48 PICS.zip

It was the same shot, but he was half-turned toward the door, as if he’d heard a noise. He remembered that noise. He’d chalked it up to the house settling.

The photo was a close-up. It wasn't of the room. It was a shot of his own computer screen, reflecting the image he was looking at right now. In the reflection of the monitor, he could see himself, eyes wide with terror. And directly behind his left ear, a pair of wide, unblinking eyes stared back. Elias felt a cold breath on his neck. The figure was leaning over his shoulder

Elias didn't want to look at the rest. He wanted to delete the file, format the hard drive, and run out the front door. But his eyes darted to the file explorer window. There were 48 pictures. He was only on 35.

Elias froze. He could feel a change in the air pressure of the room. A faint smell of stagnant water and old copper filled his nostrils. He didn't turn around. He couldn't. The "New Mail" notification popped up again

In this one, the door to his office—the door behind him—was cracked open just an inch. A pale, spindly hand was wrapped around the wood.