Subtitle 13 — Eerie

Elias felt the bedframe vibrate. A soft, wet scraping sound rose from the floorboards. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to jump, to scream. But his muscles were lead. He kept his eyes locked on the television, watching his own reflection on the screen slowly turn its head toward the edge of the mattress.

But it wasn't the movie that held Elias’s attention. It was the text at the bottom of the screen. subtitle 13 Eerie

Elias felt a breath, cold and smelling of damp earth, brush against the nape of his neck. Elias felt the bedframe vibrate

Elias frowned, leaning forward. He hadn't seen the first twelve subtitles. In fact, there had been no dialogue at all, no music, just the rhythmic whir-clack of a projector that shouldn't have been there. But his muscles were lead

And then, in the corner of the screen—just behind the digital version of his chair—a pale, elongated hand emerged from the shadows beneath the bed.