He didn't have to click it. The image opened itself, filling the entire screen. It was a photo of Leo, taken from behind, sitting at his desk. In the corner of the photo, the floorboards of his office were being pried up from below. A wet, scratching sound echoed from under his chair.
As the first pale, elongated finger poked through the gap in his floorboards, Leo finally understood the text file. The dog house wasn't a place on the screen. It was being built out of him. If you’re looking for something different, let me know: The dog house v0.1.rar
Leo froze. He looked over his shoulder. His living room was empty, bathed in the blue glow of his monitor. He looked back at the screen and clicked through the photos rapidly. He didn't have to click it
He tapped the arrow key to see the next photo. It was the same backyard, but the camera was closer. The dog house was slightly larger. In the corner of the photo, the floorboards
By photo ten, the perspective was from the doorway of the dog house, looking out. But the backyard was gone. Instead, the dog house looked out into Leo’s own living room.