Elias felt a cold prickle on his neck. He had lived there for three years, and the file was dated a decade ago.
When he double-clicked, his screen didn't show a person or a place. It showed a blueprint of a house—his house. Not just the layout, but the exact placement of his furniture, the chipped paint on the radiator, and a small red "X" under the floorboard of his bedroom closet. download (1).jpeg
That night, he couldn't sleep. The "X" haunted him. Eventually, he grabbed a hammer and a flashlight. He knelt in his closet, pried up the loose board, and found a weathered brass key taped to a single polaroid. Elias felt a cold prickle on his neck