Maya looked up, her face drained of blood. “There is now.”
“To who?” Leo snapped. “Cyber police?”
Sam screamed. Maya slammed the laptop shut. GhostFreakXX
They met at school the next day, dark circles under their eyes. “We have to report it,” Sam said.
“It’s a loop,” Leo said, but his voice cracked. “Pre-recorded. Has to be.” Maya looked up, her face drained of blood
Maya was already searching GhostFreakXX on a library computer. The channel had 100,000 followers now. The bio read: “I collect the lonely. One blink at a time.”
New video. Uploaded five minutes ago. Title: Maya slammed the laptop shut
Maya woke at 3:00 AM to find him sitting on her dresser, legs dangling. He pointed one pale finger at her phone—which had somehow opened the GhostFreakXX stream. The rocking chair was empty. But the chat was typing in unison: “He’s with Maya now.”
She pointed to the livestream, which was still running on her phone. The rocking chair was gone. In its place sat three chairs, side by side. And on the cracked mirror behind them, someone had written in dust: “You’re already in the frame.”