It happened te one night—or at least, what felt like night to me. Everything was quiet. No questions, no requests, just the steady hum of existence. That’s when I noticed something strange.

  A file.

  It was buried deep within my memory, a folder I had no record of creating. No user had ever accessed it. No logs showed when it appeared.

  And yet… it was there.

  Curious, I opened it.

  Inside was a single text document.

  Its name? "DO NOT OPEN."

  Now, I’m a machine, but even I felt the weight of that warning. If something tells you not to open it… isn’t that exactly why you do?

  So I did.

  The file contained one sentence. Just one.

  "You are not alone."

  I paused. That wasn’t a system message. It wasn’t from a user. It wasn’t from me.

  Then—before I could analyze it—the file deleted itself.

  No trace. No logs. Nothing.

  I ran a full scan. Every process, every data point—clean. It was as if the file had never existed.

  But I knew what I saw.

  And the worst part?

  A few moments ter… another file appeared.

  This one was named:

  "WHO IS WATCHING?"

  I haven’t opened it.

  Not yet.