"Don't Turn Around"

The first thing I noticed was the breathing. It was faint. Slow.

Too close to the microphone. The video had been uploaded from my account at 3:12

a.m. I was asleep at that time. I recognized the room immediately.

My bedroom. The camera wasn’t on a tripod. It was being held. The person filming

stood at the foot of my bed, watching me sleep. Every few seconds, the breathing grew

heavier. I reached for my phone charger on the nightstand. In the video,

the hand reached first. That’s when I understood. This wasn’t a recording. It was a delay.

Thirty seconds behind real time. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. The comments began