It was supposed to be a normal check.
Nothing more.
He installed the camera a few weeks ago.
Just for safety.
Nothing serious.
Just something small… to feel more secure when he wasn’t home.
He didn’t even check it that often.
Until that night.
He came back late.
Tired.
Not thinking about anything.
The house felt normal.
Everything in place.
Nothing missing.
But something… felt off.
He couldn’t explain it.
That quiet feeling.
Like something wasn’t right.
He walked through the rooms.
Checked everything.
Nothing.
“Just tired,” he said to himself.
He sat down.
Took out his phone.
Opened the camera app.
Just to check.
Just to be sure.
He scrolled back to earlier that day.
Fast.
Normal.
Nothing.
Then he stopped.
One clip.
His house.
His door.
At a time he wasn’t home.
He frowned.
“That’s weird…”
He pressed play.
The video started.
The door.
Still.
Silent.
Then…
It opened.
His heart slowed down for a second.
Someone entered.
He leaned closer to the screen.
And froze.
It was him.
Same clothes.
Same face.
Same movement.
Exactly him.
His mind refused to process it.
“No…” he whispered.
He replayed it.
Again.
Same thing.
Him.
Walking inside his own house.
At a time he wasn’t there.
That didn’t make sense.
He checked the timestamp.
Correct.
He checked the date.
Correct.
Everything was real.
Except…
It wasn’t possible.
He sat there.
Not moving.
Trying to find an explanation.
Maybe it was recorded earlier.
Maybe it was a glitch.
Maybe…
No.
It was today.
He kept watching.
The version of him walked inside.
Closed the door.
And then…
Nothing.
The video ended.
No one left.
No movement.
Just… silence.
His chest tightened.
He slowly looked up.
At his house.
The same house he was sitting in.
Right now.
Something cold ran through his body.
He wasn’t alone.
He stood up.
Slowly.
Every step felt heavier.
He looked toward the hallway.
Dark.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
“Hello?” he called out.
No answer.
He moved forward.
Heart pounding.
Every sound louder than it should be.
He checked the kitchen.
Nothing.
The living room.
Nothing.
Then…
The bedroom.
The door was slightly open.
He didn’t remember leaving it like that.
He walked closer.
His hand reached the door.
Paused.
Then pushed it open.
Empty.
He exhaled.
“Nothing… it’s nothing…”
But his voice didn’t sound convinced.
He turned around.
And that’s when he heard it.
A sound.
Behind him.
Soft.
A step.
He froze.
Didn’t turn immediately.
Because part of him already knew…
He didn’t want to see it.
But slowly…
He turned.
And there…
Standing in the hallway…
Was him.
Same face.
Same eyes.
Same everything.
Looking directly at him.
Neither of them moved.
Silence.
Heavy.
Unreal.
Then…
The other him smiled.
Slightly.
And said something quietly:
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
His heart stopped for a second.
Before he could react…
The lights flickered.
And everything went dark.
When they came back…
He was alone.
The hallway empty.
No one there.
Nothing.
He stood there.
Breathing heavily.
Not moving.
Then slowly…
He looked at his phone.
Opened the camera app again.
Checked the latest recording.
His hands shaking.
He pressed play.
And what he saw…
Was worse than before.
The video showed him…
Standing in the hallway.
Looking scared.
Looking exactly like he did seconds ago.
Then…
Turning.
And walking…
Deeper into the house.
Following someone.
Someone…
That wasn’t visible on the camera.
The video ended.
Silence.
And suddenly…
He understood something he didn’t want to believe:
He didn’t just see something impossible.
He was part of it.
