The footage began innocently enough. Emma was tucked into bed, her favorite stuffed animal clutched tightly. Evan entered the room, whispering soothing words as he tried to comfort her from another nightmare. My heart ached seeing my daughter so troubled, and I felt a surge of gratitude for Evan’s patience and understanding.
But as the video continued, subtle, inexplicable occurrences began to unfold. It started with the shadows. They shifted unnaturally, contorting in ways that defied the logic of a single lamp’s light source. I rubbed my eyes, dismissing it as a trick of the camera.
Then, there was the sound. A low, humming vibration, almost imperceptible at first, filled the room. It grew louder, resonating through the speakers in an unsettling rhythm. There was something about it that felt ancient and malevolent, a sound that sent shivers up my spine.
