Matt
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Podcast Appearances
I checked my door, still locked from the inside, the chain still latched.
I checked the windows, closed, latched, no signs of tampering.
My phone had been on my nightstand the whole time, far enough away that I would have had to sit up and reach for it, which I clearly hadn't, judging by the photos.
I deleted them, I don't know why.
Instinct, maybe.
As if getting rid of the evidence would somehow get rid of what they showed.
It didn't matter.
The next night, there were eight more.
I hadn't heard the phone buzz.
I hadn't stirred.
But there they were.
More pictures.
More angles.
The thing in the corner, always just far enough into the shadows that I couldn't see details, only shape.
I turned the phone off before bed after that.
I put it in the kitchen.
I still woke up to fresh photos some mornings.
The phone mysteriously powered on again, battery slightly drained.
It stopped after a week.
Or maybe it just got bored taking pictures.