And at the bottom, in dripping green letters: “Heh heh heh.”

He leaned into the camera. The set behind him wasn’t a crypt. It was Leo’s own living room. Same torn couch. Same pizza box on the coffee table. Same back wall where Leo had hung a poster of The Shining .

At 73%, his reflection in the blank monitor smiled before he did.

Leo tried to move. He couldn’t. His mouse cursor slid across the screen by itself, opening his webcam. The Crypt Keeper watched Leo’s frozen, terrified face on a monitor within the monitor.