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He pans the camera toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, the November wind is whipping the skeletal branches of the oaks against the glass. Then, the reflection hits. It isn't Elias’s reflection.

Elias spins around, the camera whipping in a blurred arc of pixelated black and grey. When the focus snaps back, the hallway is empty. The heavy breathing stops. The silence in the video is so absolute it feels like a physical weight. Then, a soft click . VID_20221114_232808_016.mp4

For the first ten seconds, it’s just shadows and the amber glow of a dying fire in the hearth. But at the eleven-second mark, Elias whispers something that sounds like "Did you see that?" He pans the camera toward the floor-to-ceiling windows

The video ends exactly as the front door, visible at the end of the frame, begins to swing open on its own. It isn't Elias’s reflection

Since I don't have access to your private files or the specific video content, I’ve written a story based on the "vibe" of a late-night video captured in the final weeks of autumn. The Ghost in the Frame