Found Footage: Silver Plume

A story of OSINT, horror and high school.

Behind me in my temporary makeshift garage-office, the door flew open, blasting me half out of my chair.

“Can I open it?!” Clare, my wife and partner in crime, gasped at me, holding a large box in her arms.

“Jesus christie on a gluten-free cracker!” I exclaimed, white-knuckling the arms of my rolly-chair.

“Sorry, sorry, but can I open it? I think it’s the …