The camera was supposed to record me while I slept. On the seventh night, it recorded someone sitting on the edge of my bed, watching me.
I live alone.
This began with an advert offering four hundred pounds for eight nights of sleep. That was all they wanted—or so they said. I had to fasten a black plastic band around my wrist, point a camera at my bed and close my eyes. Eight nights. Fifty pounds a night. The easiest money I had ever made.
If you are wondering why I agreed to let strangers watch me sleep, you have probably never sat at a kitchen table with £43 left in your account and eleven days until payday.
So I signed the form. I set up the camera. And every night before turning off the light, I pressed a little blue button marked BEGIN NIGHT.
For the first few nights, the camera watched me sleep.
Then, at exactly 03:12, something began watching with it.
The camera kept recording.
What it caught over the next nights, and who was really watching, is in the rest of the story: about 3,400 more words, roughly a 15-minute read. It's free: the full story, plus the narrated version to listen to in the dark. Type your email and it opens right here.
Fiction for adult readers. Some scenes are unsettling.