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“What the—?”

The film began, but it wasn’t a grainy VHS rip. It was too clear. He could see the individual stitches on the actor’s costume, the sweat on the villain’s brow. It looked like he was standing on the set. At 1:23:45, the film glitched. The image froze on the hero’s terrified face. prmovies web

On his screen, he saw himself. Sitting on his bed, mouth agape, laptop light illuminating his ghost-white face. “What the—

The static man smiled. It was the same smile from the Crocodile’s Shadow poster. And as the buffer hit 100%, Rohan felt his own body begin to pixelate. His hand dissolved into a cloud of jagged squares. It looked like he was standing on the set

Rohan laughed nervously. “Ha. Creepy.” He typed: The Crocodile’s Shadow (1978) .

He opened his mouth to scream, but all that came out was the faint, tinny audio of a 1978 horror soundtrack.