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If you'd like to of the story or add specific details about the file's contents, let me know: Should it be a sci-fi mystery instead of horror?
A chill that had nothing to do with the room’s draft swept over him. He hadn't lived in that house for fifteen years. He moved the camera to look through the front window. Inside the low-res living room, a figure was sitting on the sofa. It wasn't a monster or a ghost; it was a perfectly rendered, high-definition model of Elias himself, sitting in the dark, staring directly into the "camera" of the game.
Elias moved the character forward. The town was a perfect replica of his own childhood neighborhood, right down to the crooked mailbox at house 402. But there were no NPCs. No birds. Just a heavy, digital silence.
The screen went black. When the monitor flickered back to life, the file was gone. In its place was a new folder, labeled with today’s date and the current time.