The Observer’s Gaze
That evening, as they huddled around Monica’s laptop to review the footage, a chill settled over them. The screen flickered with the day’s recordings—tranquil scenes of flowing water and rustling leaves.
But then, there it was: a shadow that darted through the frame so quickly they almost missed it. “Back it up,” Jason said, his voice steady despite the quickening of his pulse. The shadow’s brief appearance, though indistinct, was undeniable—they were not alone.