The Mail

It was late. Way too late. He was sitting there, in the dark, alone. The light from the screen of his computer on his face was the only thing visible.

Late night work had always been his preference. He liked to work without any disturbance and at the night duty, he alone worked at his floor in the office building.
It was a normal night. He knew what files he had to encrypt and was doing just that when he got a mail. The ping of the notification was nostalgic.
A mail this late wasn't something common. His curiosity made him open the mail.

It read, "We've been watching over. From the dark. Your skills have been considered by our higher ups. Join us. Serve the greater cause from the dark. Resistance is futile, we're always watching you..." The mail ended with a link. Out of annoyed comic, he opened the link hastily pressing the mouse button. ..................................... 

Nothing. The screen just went pitch black.
Now furious by the disturbance, just before he slapped the monitor, a static noise filled the air with an eerie chill.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The exact mirror of the outside of the screen glowed up on the screen. He saw himself, his face went pale. Out of fear, he tried all the buttons and keys on the mouse and the keyboard. But the screen kept showing him his own reflection. 

The screen went static again and the same image came up, this time, with a camera in the place for his head. The image kept flickering and suddenly his phone rang jump scaring him in his seat! 'Boss' he picked up. "Hey buddy, we have to let you go home. The security isn't feeling well and we don't have a substitute. Let things be and head home safely."

The call ended and the screen was back to normal. Even the mail was gone. He thought he was simply seeing things and had overworked himself.

He got out of the building, got on his bike and started riding home. On the way, he saw a man, standing under the street lamp. He couldn't see his face due to the hat but he noticed the man had a camera in his hand.

He sped up. Little did he know, he was going to see many similar people all the way to the residence.
Panicked, he rushed towards the main entrance, creeped out by another one. Standing with his back rested on the bordering wall. Camera in his hands, he could hear him giggling.
He rushed upstairs, got in his room, locked the door. Gave a huge sigh of relief, he went to the washroom and washed off his anxiety with his face and stared at the mirror, telling himself it was all in his head. He was just seeing things. 

He went to the bedroom and saw a piece of paper resting on the bed. He picked it up and it read, we're always watching you...
He let out a huge gasp. Turned the paper over and saw his own photograph, when he was in the washroom just know.
Before he could react, a clean snap out of a camera sound broke the calm of the air. He turned around and saw a bold figure in a tuxedo, but a camera for his head. 

The bright flashlight of the camera went out again and...
That was the very last thing he remembered.