The lights flickered. Sarah clutched the blanket, heart pounding. A shadow moved—too tall, too twisted. "Just my imagination," she whispered. Then the whisper came back, mimicking her voice. The door creaked open. She wasn’t alone.
The lights flickered. Sarah clutched the blanket, heart pounding. A shadow moved—too tall, too twisted. "Just my imagination," she whispered. Then the whisper came back, mimicking her voice. The door creaked open. She wasn’t alone.