Horror Nights
My security system, designed to soothe my anxiety, had become the primary source of it.
I grew obsessive. I spent hours reading forums about the Aegis-7, checking for vulnerabilities. People talked about signal spoofing, relay attacks, and master overrides, but the manufacturers insisted the system was unhackable. I installed extra cameras, pointing them directly at the door, but the footage showed nothing—just the occasional shadow of a neighbor or the flicker of a fluorescent hall light.
The silence of my apartment began to feel heavy, artificial. I started leaving the lights on, convinced that if I could only see every corner, the digital dread would dissipate. It didn’t.
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