Leo’s spine tingled. Not the good tingle. The wrong tingle.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Fingernails on a metal door.

Leo ripped out his earbuds, heart hammering. He stared at his reflection in the black laptop screen. For a split second, behind his own face, he saw the concrete walls of that room.

The link was a jumble of characters. He clicked it.

He pressed play.

The story ends there, but the Google Drive link still floats around the dark corners of the internet. If you find it, do not press play. Unless, of course, you've always wondered what your own voice sounds like from the other side of zero.

The figure in Chair 7 looked up. It was him. Older. Eyes hollow. And it smiled directly into the lens.