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My house has always been where all my friends hang out. I don't know what the appeal is,
really, because it's pretty plain and normal. Some have said it's the 60 inch flat-screen TV
everybody sits around, some say its my sh*tty kids air-hockey table, and some say its just the
atmosphere, that it's "cozy". I don't get it, but that's the way it is.
But I don't want to make it sound like I have too many friends. My core group is about 7-8
people, including me, and since it's the summertime that number hovers closer to 3-4. I've
hosted real parties before, but they're not so fun when you and your real friends have to clean
up all that sh*t at obscene hours of the morning.
Well Friday is usually the day we all meet up at my house, and last night I invited over those
friends of mine that weren't on vacation: let's call them Andy(Andrew), Sarah, and Debby. We
just kinda talked for the first couple hours, about anything from AP scores, to colleges, to
jobs...all that fun stuff. Luckily, the conversation soon turned to more laid-back joking and light
relaxing. It was a really nice time after a while, really. At around 9 we all decided to watch a
movie on Netflix. Thinking back on it now, this must have been where it started: Andy took the
remote and told us about how good Mud was when he came across it on Netflix. Nothing really
bizarre about that. Neither the girls nor I had seen it so we agreed to watch, and Andy put it on.
All still good. We watched Mud, and it must have been a little over two hours because a little
after 11 the credits roll. We all just talked about the movie for another ten minutes about the
movie before Debby and Sarah get up and have to go. Andy and I said goodbye, and once they
were gone Andy told me all about the things he'd do to Debby(he's been after her for years) if
he could. I just laughed, kinda grossed-out all the way through it, but thinking about it now
there was still nothing unusual about his behavior, or anything at all for that matter. So then
Andy got up to leave around 11:30.
Now I was the only one awake in my house; my parents go to bed early, even on weekends, and
my little sister is only six. Anyway, once Andy left I went upstairs to get a snack and some pepsi. I
came back downstairs and sat back down on my recliner, and turned the TV back on, and it was
still on Netflix as Andy had left it. I just remember being content in that moment, really fulfilled
after that hang-out, and really relaxed. I was in one of those moods where you feel like you'll be
happy forever, or at the very least you'll be able to recall that feeling forever.
I was wrong. I already can't recall that feeling.
Because when I decided to scroll through Netflix, I saw only one box under the "Recommended
for you" section. One box. It was just black. There was no insignia, no logo, no title card. I didn't
think anything of it at first. Then my eyes jumped to the title and description at the top of the
screen. The title was Andy. I laughed, and my first instinct was to call Andy right away and tell
him about this new show; it didn't matter what it was about, in my mind at the time, the name
alone was reason to call. That was until I read the description.
11 Gregson Street
Huh, my stupid brain thought. That's Andy's address.
I clicked on the box immediately. That circle in the center spun for far too long. Then it began to
stream. What, I'm still not sure. The shot was completely silent, but it was in full color. The
camera was also completely still. It was positioned like a security camera, up in the corner of the
room. It was looking down into Andy's living room.
Andy was sitting on the couch on his phone. It looked like he was the only person awake, too.
He was quite far away from the camera, but I could still make out when he chuckled at whatever
he saw on his phone, even without the sound. He was sitting back, feet up on the coffee table,
just relaxing. I received one of the strangest feelings ever from sitting there and watching him
do nothing. I felt like I couldn't look away.
Then I thought about the situation. Andy, my best friend, is a computer programming master. At
the thought my brain eased up for some reason. For a split second it seemed to me that he set
this all up--maybe it was a mock-Netflix app he had made just for this elaborate prank on me. It
was definitely something he was capable of, and hell if I know what goes into any of that stuff,
so it was just as possible as anything to me...but why? My mind reentered reality and was
coming up blank with any real reason for a prank like this. Giving up his privacy was a prank on
me? Or was he gonna look into the camera any minute and say "boo"? I just didn't get it, and I
couldn't look away.
I saw Andy stand up in the shot and start walking out of the room. This was gonna be the reveal,
I just knew it. He won't just leave me watching this empty room all night. Andy left the room,
and for a moment I did just watch the empty, dark living room...but in a moment the camera cut
to his hallway. I watched Andy walk down the hall and into his bedroom. That was when I
realized I was done. It was too late for this sh*t. I picked up my phone and called Andy.
I still kept an eye on my screen as the phone rang, and has he went into his room the camera cut
again. This time it wasn't from up in a corner, but about waist-high, and off to the side of his
room. I watched Andy clamber into bed from this direct angle, my panic rising which each
second this show went on. Andy laid on his back for a minute, still scrolling on his phone, until I
could tell my call came up. He gave his phone a weird look but answered anyway.
"Hello?" He said. I heard him through my phone's speaker as well as through the TV.
"Yeah, what's going on?" I asked.
"Uh, I just got home." He said. "Why?"
"Look to your right." I said.
I heard and saw Andy laugh. "What?"
"Just do it."
Andy narrowed his features and looked in the general direction of the camera. Not directly,
though. He was looking slightly above it.
"Okay, I'm looking at my wall now. What's the catch?"
"What's on the floor?" I asked.
"What are you doing, man? You're kinda starting to creep me out."
"I..." I didn't know what to say. I had no clue where to start. If I came right out with it he'd just
laugh. There's no right away to say it. There's no right place to start. I only stared at him as he
looked generally toward the camera bemusedly.
"Alright man, I gotta wake up early tomorrow." He said. "Mess with me in the daylight. I'll see ya
later. Bye."
My brain just seemed to stop working, and I just figured there was no way to keep him on the
line. "Bye." I said. He hung up. I dropped my phone. I watched as the Andy on the screen
laughed to himself, turned his phone off for the night and plugged it into his charger. Then I
watched him draw his comforter over him and turn away from the camera, head on his pillow.
I just sat in awe for the twenty or so minutes, knowing nothing was gonna change, but at a
complete loss in terms of what to do. Call the police? Call Netflix? I knew there would be no
sleeping that night, even then, even before the camera moved.
The camera moved, and the complete stillness of the shot was broken after those twenty
minutes. Someone was holding the camera. It was like someone picked it up. For a moment they
just held it pointed toward Andy, and it shook like handheld camera footage will.
Then it moved forward. The shaky shot became gradually closer to the back of Andy's sleeping
head. I was frozen. I was panicking. I remember pathetically grabbing for my phone and being
unable to grasp it. Even if I had, Andy's phone was off. I had no idea what was about to happen,
but the camera kept moving forward. Then I started to hear a sound. It was the only sound in
the whole room--the whole house, for that matter. Whoever held the camera began tobreath.
Deep, raspy breaths. The closer he got, the louder and faster the breathing got. It was like the
thought of being close to Andy excited him.
When the camera was about two feet from Andy it stopped, and just seemed to look down on
his head, shaking mildly, the breathing still heavy from behind. My whole body was shaking. I
couldn't even scream. That's when a hand reached down from behind the camera. It wore a red
glove, but the fingers were extremely thin, and notably long.
The gloved hand came down upon Andy's head and stroked his hair gently.
That's when I jolted back into sanity. I shut Netflix right the f*** off--in fact I plugged my x-box
out of the wall entirely. I grabbed my phone and called the police, not giving a f*** anymore
whether I was gonna seem crazy or whatever. I gave them my name but Andy's address, and I
told them I just thought something was seriously wrong and that my friend was in serious
danger.
Then I sat f***ing shaking in my recliner for about twenty minutes. I called Andy's phone and his
house about 15 times each probably. Thirty minutes later, Andy called back. I was overwhelmed
with relief to the point you couldn't imagine. I answered and it was his voice, and the relief
grew, even though he was pissed the f*** off.
"Why the f*** did you call the cops?" Andy said right away. "Tell me what the f*** is going on
right now, and tell meexactly what."
"What happened?" I asked. "Are you okay?"
"What?" Andy said. "Yeah, I'm f***ing okay. It's just that I'm about an hour asleep when I hear
f***ing cops banging on my front door. My sisters are bawling their f***ing eyes out and the
whole neighborhood is pretty much awake. And my mom and dad are up in the kitchen and
don't even know where to start, kinda like me. They said that they were sent here by you,
because you thought I was your friend was in danger? Tell me what the f*** is going on!"
"But you're okay?" I said, exhaling. I got a weird feeling then. I got the urge to plug my x-box
back in. My mind was easing up, and I felt that maybe it was all just some kind of hallucination
from exhaustion...basically, looking back now, my mind convinced itself that it was okay to turn
Netflix back on again. The scariest part is that now I can't see the least bit of f***ing logic in the
decision.
"Jesus f***ing christ." Andy went on in my ear. "If this was a joke then I hope you're happy,
man. My whole family is f***ed tonight, basically."
I turned the x-box back on, and Netflix resumed. My stomach sank. Andy was still under
"Recommended for you."
"I'm sorry." I said. "I just had a bad feeling."
"That doesn't work." Andy said. "You tell me what the f*** is wrong."
He was right. It was just time to tell him. That's all that was left to be done.
"Andy," I said slowly. "Somebody is watching you. Someone's in your house."
There was a pause from the other line. I waited tensely and stared at the blank black box of
Andy on my television screen.
"You know what, f*** you." Andy said after a minute. "Seriously man. You can't joke around
with this sh-t. I'm hanging up and if you call me tomorrow you better not be high or drunk or
whatever the f*** is wrong with you tonight. F*** off."
That's when he hung up.
I felt like sh*t and was just as scared by then. I continued to stare at the box on my screen. I
clicked on it, unable to prevent myself, knowing that I would regret it.
The film loaded again. When it started to play, I saw that the shot was shaky, still behind held,
but that it wasn't moving. It was looking from one place, and although it was extremely dark I
soon realized that the shot was no longer from inside.
There were twigs and leaves crowded around the side of the lens, and the breathing noise was
now louder than ever. The camera was directed out toward the street, where I soon was able to
make out two police cars pulled up on the curb--it was the curb right in front of Andy's house. As
the camera filmed them the breathing became somewhat frantic, panicked. I realized where this
was being filmed from, and as I did I went for the plug again. I was never turning this back on. It
was done. I had to break the machine, I was certain. There were no other options.
It had been filming from the bushes on the side of Andy's house; the ones just below his
bedroom window.
Then whatever was behind the camera made another sound.
Shhhhhhh
I stood rooted to the spot. The camera became shakier. The bushes around it became more
apparent.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Then the screen froze. The shakiness of the camera stopped. Just like when a show or movie
finished.
More recommendations appeared.
Their boxes were black, too.
The first one said Debby.
I grabbed the cord and yanked the plug from the outlet. The TV screen turned dark.
I didn't sleep last night. I've barely moved all day today. I don't know what to do with myself. I
haven't called Andy yet today but I don't even know where to start. I know something is wrong,
but I need some kind of help. I don't know if I can resort to the police again, and if so I don't
know what to tell them. I just feel like there's nowhere to go to, and that I have no idea what
kind of force I'm messing with. I used a throwaway for obvious reasons, and Andy and the rest
know my usual reddit login. I know this community deals with this kind of thing so if anyone has
any idea what my next step should be, please, please help.

PART 2

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COMMENTS
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[–]BrunetteBeautyX
I was so frustrated this whole story! The whole time I'm screaming at the screen " RECORD IT!!
RECORD IT WITH YOUR D*MN PHONE!!! " lol! You have to find a way to prove it to them. Before
its too late and that thing decides to take it further.
[–]three_rs
Lazy OP. "Xbox, record that." Done.

[–]kha-kun
I know you were mortified by the situation, but you should try to show Andy the apparent
danger by snapping a few photos of Netflix and the stream and send it to him. I hope things
dont get physical or .. Demonic. This is crazy. Wish you luck.