Leo sat up. He replayed the clip. Twelve seconds of nothing, then the hand appeared from the right edge of the frame—not from the door, not from the hallway, but from the wall where no door existed. It pressed against the glass for four seconds. Then pulled back into the dark.
But the living room feed showed the hand still on the glass. And this time, the fingers were curling inward, slowly, as if trying to pull the window open from the inside—while the room beyond remained perfectly, impossibly, empty. camera icsee
The night vision showed his own shape under the blanket. But behind him, standing in the corner where the shadows pooled, there was a second figure. Featureless. Pale. One hand raised, fingers splayed, as if waving at the camera. Leo sat up
It was a hand. Pressed flat against the inside of the living room window. Fingers splayed, like someone pushing to get out. It pressed against the glass for four seconds
But the alert thumbnail —the split-second image that triggered the motion event—showed a pale shape. He tapped it.
Leo’s thumb hovered over the “record” button. Then he heard it—not through the app, but through his bedroom wall. A soft, wet tap. Like a palm pressing against plaster.
He looked at the live bedroom feed again. The corner was empty now.