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The room felt twenty degrees colder. Elias tried to Alt-F4, then held the power button, but the screen stayed lit. The shadow in the photos was now close enough that he could see it wasn't a shadow at all; it was a figure made of static, wearing his own face like a loose mask.
The next morning, Elias’s roommate found the laptop open on the desk. There was no one in the room. The Calculus exam sat on the screen, fully answered in perfect notation. Elias was gone, but the file was still there, waiting to be sent. It was already uploading itself to the class listserv. TestPrep.zip
The screen didn't show equations. Instead, his webcam light flickered to life, glowing a steady, sickly green. A window popped up with a simple prompt: The room felt twenty degrees colder
Elias didn't type. He scrambled back from his desk, tripping over his backpack. As he hit the floor, his laptop speakers whispered his own voice back to him, clear and calm: "Study hard, Elias. This is the final." The next morning, Elias’s roommate found the laptop
The green webcam light turned red. On the screen, the static figure in the photo reached out of the frame.
Suddenly, his laptop screen began to cycle through photos. They weren't stock images. They were photos of him—taken from the perspective of his own webcam—starting from an hour ago, moving backward. In each photo, there was a shadow behind his chair that hadn't been there in reality. With every click of the slideshow, the shadow leaned closer to his neck.
The email came from an unlisted address at 3:14 AM, just as Elias’s vision was beginning to blur from twelve hours of cramming. The subject line was blank. The attachment was a 4.2MB file named TestPrep.zip .