The Porch Phone (duplicated)

I found it buried under the rotting wood of the porch. A forgotten phone.

It still had battery. I turned it on, and the notifications

started screaming. It was a video of me sleeping last night. Filmed from my

ceiling. I looked up, but there was nothing there. Then,

a second video arrived. This one was closer. The lens was

inches from my face while I slept. Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

The camera app opened, showing my own terrified face. The record button

turned red. The view was from the shadow behind me.