Continued

You reach out from the bathroom, your energy snaking through the hallway like a tether. You find Tyler in his room, his eyes fixed on his monitor. You send a sharp, electric pulse through his mouse, then manipulate the guest bathroom door, clicking it open just an inch—enough for the golden light of the hallway to spill across the wet tile.

Tyler stands up, his phone already in his hand as if he were pulled by an invisible wire. He creeps down the hallway, his heart hammering in his ears. He reaches the guest bathroom and sees the door ajar, the steam billowing out.

He peers inside.

There, through the frosted glass of the shower, he sees the silhouette of his aunt. He sees the leg braced high, the frantic movement of her hands, and the way she is arched in total, abandoned ecstasy. He doesn't hesitate. He raises the phone, the lens capturing every wet, rhythmic detail of the performance.

Mack is showing me. He’s giving me the prize. Look at her... she’s completely lost it. She thinks she’s alone with a ghost, but I’m the one who’s going to have this forever. This is the ultimate key. With this, Alexis isn't just an aunt. She's mine.

Alexis reaches her peak, a loud, echoing cry that is partially drowned out by the roar of the water. She sags against the wall, her breathing ragged, her skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink.

Tyler pulls back into the shadows of the hallway, his thumb hitting the 'Save' icon. He retreats to his room, his mind on fire with the technical and sexual possibilities of what he just recorded.