“Oh God, Oh G-” Terry’s voice cut out in a burst of static as the image from the camera shook. The shaking was rhythmic, though violent; Terry was running.

The room was dark. Not much was visible as the man continued running. He stumbled over what looked like broken furniture and garbage, then regained his footing. The static abruptly ended and was replaced by Terry’s panicked screams. His voice sounded heavily distorted as the screen pixelated for a moment.

The video seemed to skip ahead, and Terry was running toward a door. He reached it and threw it open, revealing an even darker exterior. The image began shaking again as he ran out into the open. He stopped and lowered the camera, which began auto-focusing on the ground of dirt and sparse grass. A moment later, he hastily raised it up to look ahead again. At first, nothing was visible, then he panned slightly to the left, and a tall man in a dark suit came into view only yards from where Terry stood. The video seemed to have trouble focusing, making it impossible to see his face.

Terry turned and bolted in the opposite direction. The picture seemed to freeze, showing a blurry, distorted view of the ground and the side of the building, then the video went blank.