Arjun’s blood chilled. He hadn’t told anyone about the video.
The last thing Arjun saw was his own reflection in the dead screen—except the reflection was smiling, and he was not.
Arjun laughed it off. Corrupted file, he thought.
But the next morning, his GPS rerouted him to a high-rise he’d never seen before. Palm Grove Apartments, 13th floor. A security guard waved him in. “Third door on the left. 13B. TV’s acting up.”
Curiosity killed his bandwidth. He downloaded it overnight.