Hours blurred. The rain outside turned into a storm, lightning flashing through cracked windows. The group huddled near Anne's camera as Natalie played the recording.
Static.
Then— faint voices.
Laughter. A bottle spinning. Someone yelling "Dare!"
Then a scream.
A thud.
The image glitched, flickered, and for a fraction of a second, something appeared in the corner — a shadowy outline, hunched and still. The camera shook, hit the ground, then cut to black.
"Rewind that," Felix whispered.
Natalie did. The shadow stayed the same.
"Looks like someone was standing there," she said. "Someone else."
Alex's voice trembled. "There was no one else that night."
Anne swallowed. "Then who recorded the last minute of the footage?"
They stared at the red light of the camera, still blinking.
A faint whisper filled the room.
"Truth or dare?"
The words weren't from any of them.