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Elias sat by his window, the blue light of his monitor casting a ghostly pallor over his face. Outside, the cul-de-sac was a perfect loop of manicured lawns and motion-sensor floodlights. It was a neighborhood designed for safety, yet Elias had never felt more hunted.

Elias leaned closer to the glass. Across the street, the Miller house was glowing. Not with the warm amber of a living room lamp, but a harsh, clinical ultraviolet. He pulled up his camera feed—a hidden lens he’d tucked into a birdhouse. Disturbia

He spun around. His bedroom door, which he’d locked an hour ago, stood wide open. The hallway light was out, but he could see a silhouette standing there. It was tall, its limbs slightly too long, swaying with the same rhythmic twitch as the sprinklers outside. Elias sat by his window, the blue light

Suddenly, the feed flickered. A face appeared, filling the frame. It was Mrs. Miller, but her eyes were wrong—the pupils were square, pulsing with a faint, digital hum. She looked directly into the lens, her mouth opening unnaturally wide. Elias leaned closer to the glass

On screen, the Millers were sitting at their dinner table. They weren't eating. They were moving their forks in unison, lifting empty air to their mouths, their expressions frozen in terrifying, toothy grins.