He reached for the remote to toggle the settings, but the plastic felt freezing, almost wet. As his thumb hovered over the button, the text changed.
Elias felt the bedframe vibrate. A soft, wet scraping sound rose from the floorboards. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to jump, to scream. But his muscles were lead. He kept his eyes locked on the television, watching his own reflection on the screen slowly turn its head toward the edge of the mattress. subtitle 13 Eerie
But it wasn't the movie that held Elias’s attention. It was the text at the bottom of the screen. He reached for the remote to toggle the
A chill that had nothing to do with the air conditioning swept through the room. Elias froze. He looked around the cramped space—the bolted-down lamp, the bolted-down chair, the bolted-down bolted-downness of everything. A soft, wet scraping sound rose from the floorboards