Note 11/19/2022 11:48:51 Am - Online Notepad (Works 100%)

The cursor blinked steadily against the white digital void of the online notepad, a silent witness to the silence of the room. At the top, the timestamp sat like a tombstone: .

His stomach gave a hungry growl. He’d been planning to heat up some leftover Thai food. He stood up, his eyes darting toward the kitchenette. The microwave sat there, a box of black glass and brushed steel. From this angle, it was just a shadow. Note 11/19/2022 11:48:51 AM - Online Notepad

Elias didn’t remember typing the title. He didn’t remember opening the browser. But there it was, a single line of text pulsing in the center of the screen, typed in a font that felt too sharp for the words it carried. “Don’t look at the reflection in the microwave.” The cursor blinked steadily against the white digital

In the mirror-world of the kitchen, a figure was standing directly behind him. It wasn't Sarah. It was a tall, blurred shape with fingers like frayed rope, reaching out toward his reflected neck. He’d been planning to heat up some leftover Thai food