The TV went black. The lamps went black. The only light in the room came from Leo’s phone screen, which was no longer on his home screen. It was a photo. The photo. Jeff the Killer, staring straight ahead, that terrible smile frozen in time.
The static stopped.
A dark, slender crack.
Leo exhaled a shaky laugh. “Ha. Okay, Marcus, good prank. You synced my phone to the—”
Leo finally screamed.
Leo’s phone clattered to the floor. The screen flickered, and the image changed. No longer just a face. Jeff was closer now. Shoulders visible. A pale, blood-flecked hoodie. And he was leaning forward, as if stepping out of the frame.