Elias leaned closer, his heart hammering against his ribs. As the video reached the ten-minute mark, the camera began to pan slowly to the left, revealing a second chair in the corner of the lab. It was empty.
"The experiment requires a witness," Jackerman whispered. He wasn't looking at the camera in the video; he was looking directly into the lens, as if staring through the screen into Elias’s bedroom. File: Jackerman_Lab_Experiments_1080p_30fps.mp4...
The cursor blinked rhythmically against the dull glow of the terminal. On the desktop, a single icon sat in the center: "File: Jackerman_Lab_Experiments_1080p_30fps.mp4." Elias leaned closer, his heart hammering against his ribs
The video player flickered to life. The quality was unnervingly crisp for a hidden camera. It showed a basement room lined with lead-shielded glass. Jackerman stood in the center, his back to the lens, staring at a series of glass jars filled with a pulsing, bioluminescent sludge. "The experiment requires a witness," Jackerman whispered
The video timestamp suddenly accelerated. The 30fps slowed down to a crawl, frame by frame, until the image of Jackerman began to smear. The bioluminescent sludge in the jars started to leak out of the glass, but not on the screen—a dark, glowing liquid began to seep from the bottom of Elias's monitor, dripping onto his keyboard.
Is there a trying to stop the file from spreading?
On the screen, the empty chair in the corner was no longer empty. A figure was sitting there, wearing Elias’s favorite grey hoodie, staring at the back of Jackerman’s head.