Shaky bodycam footage shows us the front door of a decrepit old home. The owner of the camera pushes against the door, a terrible squeal coming from its rusted hinges as the officer pushes inside.
“Entering the house now,” the voice of Jackson Cade echoes in the old house as he speaks into his radio. “No signs of the perp. Going to investigate further.” He moves through the home, the boards creaking beneath his feet with every step. He pulls out a flashlight, using it to lead the way as he moves into the living room, stopping dead in his tracks.
“What the hell-” the light shines faintly through room, coming across its only inhabitants; An old television, a VCR, and a corpse laying upon the floor in a puddle of viscera.
Cade pulls his gun, approaching the body with caution. He checks every corner, clearing the room before kneeling down next to the brutalized remains, giving the body cam a nice close up. In the corpse’s hand is a tightly clutched video tape, the back of which simply reads ‘WATCH ME’ in hastily scribbled writing.
“I found a body. It’s hold a VHS tape.” Cade speaks into his radio, shaking his head in disgust. The sheriff reaches down, yanking the tape free from its unfortunate owner’s hands and examining it further. “Looks ancient,” he says to himself. “It’s definitely been recorded over a few times.” The body cam shifts towards to the VHC player. His curiosity piqued, Cade places the tape in the player.
Click.
Static covers the screen as a Play ► symbol appears in the bottom right-hand corner.
Jackson furrows his brow at what he sees. The tape plays grainy footage of the front room of the home, a man bursting in through the front door and into the house. He looks behind himself in fear before running further into the home, the camera cutting to each room he barrels through, watching as he nearly trips down the hall before crashing through the door into the very same living room that Jackson finds himself in now. However, unlike now, the room itself is completely empty.
The unknown man looks around the room to find no exits. However, as he turns to leave, the door slowly closes, revealing a dirty looking man to have been waiting behind it. A cleaver in hand, he swings, burying the blade in the skull of the poor soul in front of him. The tape then abruptly cuts to black.
“My god, what did I-” He stops, the sound of a the door behind him creaking captures his attention. He slowly turns around, the camera catching a pair of legs before pointing up to see the same dirty, cleaver wielding man.
“FUCK!” Cade leaps to his feet!
The man swings his cleaver wildly!
THWACK!
BANG!
And then silence. The bodycam footage goes black, the feed cutting entirely.