“It’s a loop,” Leo said, but his voice cracked. “Pre-recorded. Has to be.”
But then the rocking chair moved.
Sam screamed. Maya slammed the laptop shut. GhostFreakXX
She pointed to the livestream, which was still running on her phone. The rocking chair was gone. In its place sat three chairs, side by side. And on the cracked mirror behind them, someone had written in dust: “You’re already in the frame.” “It’s a loop,” Leo said, but his voice cracked
Maya was already searching GhostFreakXX on a library computer. The channel had 100,000 followers now. The bio read: “I collect the lonely. One blink at a time.” “It’s a loop
“To who?” Leo snapped. “Cyber police?”