I plugged the flash drive into my computer, half expecting nothing to happen — maybe it was broken, maybe it was empty. But the moment the screen lit up, my heart began to race.
There was just one folder, labeled “OPEN ME.”
Inside that folder was a single file — one photo.
I clicked on it, and the image filled the screen.
A man’s face stared back at me — grinning straight into the camera. His expression wasn’t friendly; it was the kind of smile that makes your skin crawl. His eyes were sharp, almost mocking, like he knew I was looking.
For a long moment, I couldn’t move. My hands felt cold. There was no background in the photo, no information, just that face — frozen mid-laugh, staring right through me.
I shut the laptop and sat there, trying to process what I had just seen.
