The Camera Roll

Filipe Silva

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00:00The little blue light from my phone cut through the darkness of my bedroom.

00:03It was late, well past midnight, and I was doing that final, mindless scroll before calling it a night.

00:09You know the drill-checking emails one last time, glancing at tomorrow's weather, maybe a quick look at social media.

00:15Just winding down, I tapped on my photo gallery, intending to delete some blurry pictures from earlier in the day to free up some space,

00:21but as the gallery loaded, my heart went cold.

00:23There were new photos, dozens of them, thumbnails I didn't recognize, all time stamped within the last few hours.

00:30My brow furrowed, I hadn't taken any pictures, maybe it was a glitch, a bug in the latest update.

00:35I tapped on the first one, and the screen filled with an image that made the air freeze in my lungs.

00:40It was a picture of me, sleeping.

00:42My head was turned to the side on my pillow, mouth slightly open, a sliver of moonlight from the window tracing the outline of my face.

00:48The angle was strange, taken from the foot of my bed, slightly elevated.

00:52My phone was on the nightstand beside me, exactly where I'd left it, it couldn't have taken this picture.

00:57I scrolled to the next one. Same scene, but the angle was different.

01:01This one was closer, taken from just beside my bed, looking down at me.

01:05The quality was grainy, as if the camera was struggling in the low light, but it was unmistakably me.

01:10My chest tightened, I kept swiping, picture after picture.

01:14Each one a snapshot of my unconsciousness.

01:16Some were taken from the doorway, some were taken from the other side of the room, by the bookshelf.

01:20One was an extreme close-up of my face so near that I could see the individual threads of my pillowcase.

01:26The timestamps showed they were taken sequentially.

01:28Over a period of about two hours, it was like a stalker's scrapbook, a silent documentation of my most vulnerable state.

01:34My mind raced, trying to make sense of it.

01:37Had I been hacked?

01:38Was someone controlling my phone remotely?

01:40But that didn't explain the changing angles.

01:42For the camera to move around the room like that, someone had to be holding it.

01:46Someone had to have been in my room with me, while I slept.

01:48The realization hit me like a physical blow.

01:51I live alone, I had locked the doors.

01:53I always do.

01:54The windows were shut.

01:55I swiped to the next photo.

01:57The perspective was different again.

01:58It was taken from above me, looking straight down.

02:01But how?

02:02My ceiling is flat.

02:03There's nowhere to stand.

02:04Nowhere to get that angle from.

02:06Unless...

02:07Unless the person taking it wasn't standing.

02:09My eyes darted around the dark corners of my room, my imagination painting terrifying figures into the shadows.

02:15Then I saw the last photo.

02:16It was the most recent one.

02:18Taken just minutes before I had woken up and picked up my phone.

02:22The image was dark, almost completely black.

02:24But there was a faint outline, a shape.

02:26It was a picture of my ceiling.

02:27And in the very center of the frame, barely visible, were two small, faint points of light.

02:32They looked like reflections.

02:34Like the kind of reflection you see in a pair of eyes when they catch the light in the dark.

02:37The photo was taken from my pillow right where my head had been just moments before.

02:42My phone slipped from my trembling hand and clouted onto the floor.

02:45I'm no longer in that apartment.

02:46I moved out the very next day.

02:48The police found no signs of a break-in, no explanation.

02:51I got a new phone, a new number, everything.

02:54But sometimes, late at night, when the house is quiet, I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched.

02:59I haven't looked at my camera roll before bed since I'm too afraid of what I might find.

03:03Thanks for listening to my story.

03:05If you enjoy this kind of unsettling content, please consider liking this video and subscribing to the channel for more.

03:11Stay safe out there.

03:12And maybe, just maybe, put your phone in another room tonight.

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