Ss_witchyvore112020.wmv

As the final seconds ticked down, the Witch turned her head. For a brief moment, her eyes caught the light of the fire, glowing with an unnatural, feline luminescence. She stared directly into the lens, not at the cameraman, but at whoever was watching years later.

Nestled among folders of blurry vacation photos and forgotten college essays was a single video file: . SS_WitchyVore112020.wmv

The basement was a graveyard of obsolete tech, a graveyard Elias was currently pillaging. He wiped a thick layer of dust off a generic black external hard drive, its casing sticky with age. Plugging it into his laptop felt like a digital seance. After a few agonizing minutes of clicking and whirring, a window popped open. As the final seconds ticked down, the Witch turned her head