Elias leaned in, squinting at the digital noise. As the hand grew closer, the "grain" on the screen began to swirl. He realized it wasn't camera interference. They were insects—millions of them, crawling over the lens from the inside . The screen went black.
Elias felt a cold draft. He turned around, and there, sitting at his own kitchen table, was a single, grey, meat-carved apple. Behind it, he heard the distinct click-click-click of knuckles unfolding in the dark. D5370.avi
For three minutes, nothing moved. Then, a hand entered the frame. It was long—impossibly long—with extra knuckles that clicked like dry twigs. It didn't reach for the bowl. It reached for the camera. Elias leaned in, squinting at the digital noise