Elijah
“Play it again,” I said, leaning close to the screen as though that would make the image clearer. I watched the blurry spot move across the frame toward the small hidden door in the attic, and then simply disappear into the wall. I was tempted to discount it as a distortion in the footage, as it had no definable shape, and did not seem to emit or absorb any light. But there was something about the way it moved that seemed purposeful, and almost had the cadence of a man’s stride.
“It happened three times during the night,” Brendan said excitedly. We watched the other occurrences, and I noted that they were slightly different. In the second recording, the blur seemed to pause for a few seconds halfway across the room and then continue its journey. In the third instance, it did not
