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The floorboards in the hallway creaked. Heavy, deliberate steps stopped right outside his door. Elias looked back at his phone. The photo he just took—ending in —wasn't just a filename. It was a countdown. The doorknob began to turn.

To anyone else, the photo was a blurry mess of dark shadows and a single, piercing blue dot from a router across the room. But to Elias, it was evidence. He had been staying in Room 328 of the Oakhaven Inn for three nights, and every night at exactly 1:43 AM, that blue light didn't just blink—it pulsed in a sequence. Long. Short. Short. Long. He pulled up a Morse code translator on a separate tab. The next night: S. IMG_20230131_014326_328.jpg

Tonight, as he watched the blue light through his camera lens, the sequence changed. Short. Short. Short. The floorboards in the hallway creaked