Three friends—Maya, Leo, and Sam—huddled around a flickering laptop in Leo’s basement. The screen displayed a grainy, black-and-white livestream: an empty rocking chair in a derelict room. The channel was called .
“Don’t blink.”
Leo, the skeptic, snorted. “It’s ARG. Puppet strings and cheap smoke.” GhostFreakXX
“Ten thousand people are watching a chair,” Sam whispered, hugging a pillow. “It’s been three hours.” ” Sam whispered