Suddenly, the video player on Leo's laptop glitched. The screen turned a deep, bruised purple. A line of text, mimicking the filename format, scrolled across the top of his screen in jagged digital font: System.Error--Gonjiam--Haunted-Asylum--Viewer--Identified
On the screen, the characters had stopped moving. They weren't acting anymore. They were all standing in a circle, staring directly out of the screen, looking straight at Leo. Their eyes were completely black, dilated to the edges of their eyelids. Suddenly, the video player on Leo's laptop glitched
It wasn't the sound of the movie. It was the sound of heavy, wet breathing. They weren't acting anymore
Leo tried to scream, but the audio on the laptop cut to a deafening, high-pitched screech of static. The file size on the bottom corner of his screen began to count up rapidly, measuring the data of his own life being compressed, uploaded, and shared to the void. It wasn't the sound of the movie