Ah, the 7‑minute mark—the VHS equivalent of midnight on a Saturday night. Some say the ghost figure’s just a loop of static that somehow decided to dress up. Others swear the hiss turns into a whisper, like the tape’s trying to confess its shame about being stuck in a 1998 rental store. I’m all for testing the theory: pull the tape out, hand it to a smart TV, and see if the ghost finally asks what your Wi‑Fi password is. If it does, we’ll have solved the mystery and got a new streaming subscription at the same time.