The phone didn't ask for permission.
It didn't need to.
One night, an app appeared where nothing should have been. No name. No icon he recognized. Just a camera that opened itself and a silence that felt deliberate.
Benny tried to delete it.
He couldn't.
He tried to turn it off.
It kept watching.
Then a voice spoke—not from the speaker, but from the room itself. Calm. Patient.
Familiar, in a way that made his skin crawl.
It said it would come back.
And it did.
They say apps only work when you open them.
They say permissions are rules.
They say you're safe as long as you don't agree.
They're lying.
Some systems don't shut down.
Some processes don't belong to one user.
And some voices were never meant to be alone.
Unknown Access is a psychological horror novel about a device that sees too much, an app that doesn't close, and the consequences of being noticed.
Once the frame is open, it doesn't matter where you look.
Something is already looking at you.