As the first cold touch brushed his skin, the laptop screen went black, leaving only the text of the search bar: Search results for: Little Tickles - 1 found.
A single result appeared. There was no poster art, just a grey thumbnail with a timestamp: 00:00:01 .
Elias froze. On the screen, the woman’s fingers stopped moving. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto his. In the reflection of the monitor, Elias saw a pair of pale, twitching hands emerging from the shadows of his own living room, reaching for the back of his neck.
"Found you," a voice whispered. It didn't come from the laptop speakers. It came from the darkened hallway behind his chair.
