Standing in the corner of my bedroom. Its face… I don’t even know how to describe it. It was human, but wrong. Too tall, too thin, and its head tilted at an impossible angle. And those eyes… black, hollow, staring straight at the camera.
I dropped my phone. When I looked up, the apartment was empty. Every light flickered once, then went out. I didn’t sleep last night. I didn’t leave the couch. Every creak, every shadow felt like it was moving closer.
This morning… the worst part: I woke up with a note on my table. I don’t remember writing it. It said, “You can’t leave.”
I haven’t told anyone yet. My friends would think I’m crazy. But I’m not. I know what I saw. I feel it even now, like something is in the room with me. Watching me.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make it stop. All I know is… I don’t feel safe in my own home anymore. And I’m terrified to close my eyes.