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Mounted on the rusted eaves of Miller’s General Store, the webcam pointed down Main Street. Its purpose was innocent enough—to let snowbird retirees in Florida check if their old neighbor’s mailbox had been knocked over by a joyrider. But the internet, as it does, found other uses. In the next frame, she was gone

I ran.

Because the truth is, I started seeing things too. And there he was—Tommy Hendricks, clear as a