Ryan's sister, Clara stared at the phone as the video began playing. For a moment she thought the file was damaged, the screen stayed almost completely black. She leaned closer, narrowing her eyes. Then, slowly, shapes began to appear. The recording had clearly been taken from outside a window, the camera fixed on a dimly lit room. Shadows moved from one side to the other.
“What is this?” she whispered.
She expected something ordinary. Instead the darkness made it more unsettling. The people inside were only silhouettes, one taller, one softer, bodies shifting together in a slow, deliberate rhythm. A faint sound drifted from the speaker, broken voices, the soft creak of furniture, then low, breathy moans that rose and fell with each movement. The kind of sounds that left little doubt abo
