Watch Native on @FilmsAicom

In the scrolling void of late-night feeds, content moderator Lena Torres discovers @FilmsAicom and its cryptic command: Watch Native. What begins as eerie short films of indigenous rituals escalates into personalized nightmares that leak from phones into waking life, exposing a century of suppressed massacres. As the account infects millions, Lena must trace its source to an ancestral spirit demanding global witness before the next algorithm buries the truth forever. The infection spreads through likes and shares, turning ordinary users into vessels for historical ghosts that punish denial with gruesome precision. Lena's own forgotten family history rises to the surface, blurring the line between content creator and cursed participant. With governments scrambling to shut down the feed, she races to broadcast the final unfiltered truth before the platform erases everything.

INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM - 3:17 A.M.

LENA TORRES, 26, sits in the blue glow of her laptop, earbuds in, scrolling through flagged videos. She pauses on a new account: @FilmsAicom. Profile pic is static: an eagle feather on black. One post. Caption: WATCH NATIVE.

She clicks. Grainy footage fills the screen: a 19th-century village at dusk. Children laugh. Then gunshots. Blood sprays across the lens. Lena rips out her earbuds. The screams continue, tinny, from her phone across the room. She grabs it. The video is now playing there too. Her reflection in the dark window shows a child standing behind her. She whips around. Nothing. The phone screen goes black. One new notification: Thank you for watching.

At the exact moment indigenous creators are finally breaking through algorithmic suppression while platforms weaponize their stories for engagement, this film weaponizes the horror of being seen too late and too virally, turning the audience's own scrolling addiction into the monster.