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Through the wall of interference and white noise came a thing of cloying darkness, a grotesquely built parody of a man whose motives were as inexplicable as its origins.
Slowly, it lurched toward the camera and the young man clutching it with sweating, trembling hands, knees drawn so tight against his chest as if he could curl into a ball and disappear, his shudders becoming less intense as the not-man crept near.
And the worst part was he couldn't even see it with his own eyes. Only the camera revealed its point in the room, its mass of agitated appendages and constantly shifting shadows.
And nestled in it all like someone drowning in a tar pit, the pale, suited form dredged from humanity's darkest dreams.
It said something in a wordless language of the mind. Like psychic static, it smothered his reasoning, dampened his terror until he couldn't feel anything but strange peace bordering on euphoria.
It flooded him with itself as easily as it flooded the room with its mass.
And the camera continued to record even when he was gone.

The quality of those last tapes was so degraded that when authorities finally found their way into his empty house and pored through their meager evidence, it showed only the victim vanishing in between static-filled frames.

Description
Through the wall of interference and white noise came a thing of cloying darkness, a grotesquely built parody of a man whose motives were as inexplicable as its origins.
Slowly, it lurched toward the camera and the young man clutching it with sweating, trembling hands, knees drawn so tight against his chest as if he could curl into a ball and disappear, his shudders becoming less intense as the not-man crept near.
And the worst part was he couldn't even see it with his own eyes. Only the camera revealed its point in the room, its mass of agitated appendages and constantly shifting shadows.
And nestled in it all like someone drowning in a tar pit, the pale, suited form dredged from humanity's darkest dreams.
It said something in a wordless language of the mind. Like psychic static, it smothered his reasoning, dampened his terror until he couldn't feel anything but strange peace bordering on euphoria.
It flooded him with itself as easily as it flooded the room with its mass.
And the camera continued to record even when he was gone.

The quality of those last tapes was so degraded that when authorities finally found their way into his empty house and pored through their meager evidence, it showed only the victim vanishing in between static-filled frames.