Cleaning out my deceased father-in-law’s basement, I found a cassette labelled “Do Not Watch.” How could I not? If it’s homemade porn, there’s always the eject button.
My heart drops. There’s my wife, Kara. She’s a child. Crying. There’s two of her. My father-in-law asks a question. One version answers. A flash of light eviscerates her.
No blood. Just shadows skittering away.
Gun in hand, my father-in-law runs to Kara. “It’s over, sweetie. Don’t watch it again. Don’t break the cassette, or it will get out.”
I scramble for the eject button, but a mirror of my hand reaches back.
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