Laptop Screen Shot Button ⚡

Alex had been staring at his laptop screen for three hours. The cursor blinked mockingly at the end of an incomplete sentence. He was supposed to be finishing a project proposal, but his brain had turned to static.

Alex’s hand trembled over the keyboard. He wanted to close the laptop, but his fingers had a mind of their own. One more press. Just one more.

He pressed PrtSc again.

On a whim, he leaned forward and pressed it.

A third press. The screen went black, then displayed a grainy, low-light image. A hallway. His apartment’s hallway. And standing at the far end, barely visible in the shadows, a figure. Tall. Motionless. Facing the camera. Facing him . laptop screen shot button

Alex’s breath caught. The screen went dark. And in the perfect silence of the room, he felt a faint warmth against the back of his neck—like someone breathing, very close, over his shoulder.

The timestamp read: 9:42 PM. Today.

Nothing happened. No flash, no click, no satisfying shutter sound. Disappointed but not surprised, he shrugged and opened a document to type a few desperate words.