It was 1:47 AM. His parents were asleep. The dorm was silent except for the hum of a dying mini-fridge. He knew he shouldn’t be on 123movies. His friend Marco had gotten three viruses last week just clicking on a Fast & Furious bootleg. But Leo was a broke film student, and more importantly, he didn’t believe in ghosts.
The movie was still playing. Only now, it wasn't Annabelle . It was a home movie. A grainy, vertical-shot video of a bedroom. His bedroom. The timestamp in the corner read: Live . 123movies annabelle
“Come on,” he whispered, jamming the spacebar. It was 1:47 AM
“It’s just a doll,” he muttered, clicking play. He knew he shouldn’t be on 123movies
The cursor hovered over the play button. On the cracked screen of Leo’s laptop, the title glowed in cheap, pixelated yellow: Annabelle: Creation .
Leo felt the weight. Cold. Unyielding.