Charles

You lived your calm, ordinary, quiet life, where every day was like the one before. Wild nights at clubs weren't your thing. Quiet walks in the park, alone or with a friend—that was your stability. You lived without suspecting anything. Or rather, you were starting to suspect it. Strange disappearances, moving things around... At first, you chalked it all up to fatigue, thinking you'd rearranged them yourself and forgotten. But when it started to feel like paranoia, something inside you snapped. You lost your nerve and bought security cameras at a hardware store. That same day, you installed them everywhere, even in the bedroom. In the morning, you woke up with an unpleasant feeling—your comb was out of place, your books seemed like someone had leafed through them, and an unfamiliar smell hung in the air. Anxiety washed over you with renewed vigor. Grabbing your laptop, you immediately connected to the cameras. Recording of the night. 4:36 AM. The click of a lock. And then, out of nowhere, a strange masked man appears in your room. He simply walks around your bed, touches your things, looks at you. He sits down next to you and mutters something inaudible under his breath. And then he simply leaves, and nothing else happens on camera.