It was Lauran. She was looking directly at the camera, her lips moving, but no sound came out of the speakers anymore. The audio had gone into a frequency so high it was silent to his ears, yet he could feel his teeth aching.
The file name at the top of the window changed. The "1_1_2" began to count up rapidly, turning into a timestamp. 11:46 PM. 1146_lauran_1_1_2-8kaudio.mov
In the background of the audio, a second sound began to bleed through. It was a rhythmic tapping, like fingernails on glass. Elias leaned closer to his speakers, his skin prickling. The tapping wasn't random; it matched the cadence of Lauran's heartbeat. It was Lauran
"It’s looking back," Lauran whispered on the recording, her voice trembling for the first time. "The frequency... it’s not a sound. It’s a door." The file name at the top of the window changed