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Then, as quickly as it began, it was over. The video ended abruptly with the sound of a sharp intake of breath.

"Do you think they’ll believe us?" a girl’s voice asked off-camera. Elias froze. It was Sarah. Video_2022-05-27_at_93027_PMmp4

When he double-clicked, the screen didn't show a birthday party or a concert. Instead, the camera was propped up on a dashboard, filming a stretch of dark, rain-slicked highway. There was no music, only the rhythmic thump-thump of windshield wipers and the muffled sound of two people laughing. Then, as quickly as it began, it was over

"They don’t have to believe us," a younger version of Elias replied from the driver’s seat. "We have the video." Elias froze

Elias stared at his monitor in the present day. He remembered that drive, but he didn't remember the light. He didn't remember the violet sky. And most importantly, he didn't remember Sarah ever getting out of the car that night. He looked at the file size:

The file had been sitting in Elias’s "Unsorted" folder for four years. He found it on a Tuesday night while looking for tax documents. The date—didn’t immediately ring a bell, but the timestamp was precise: