I hid under the blanket, my breath coming in quick, shaky gasps as I listened to the silence swallowing the room. No whispers… no knocks… nothing but the frantic pounding of my own heart.
Maybe I imagined it… right?
I tried to calm myself, but deep inside, I knew.
I wasn't alone.
Then… a soft sound broke the silence.
A faint creak—wood shifting.
My body went rigid. I didn't dare move. The sound was too clear, too real. And it wasn't coming from anywhere else…
It was coming from the closet.
No. No. No. This can't be real.
Slowly, I pulled the blanket down, my hands trembling. I turned my head, forcing myself to look.
The closet door was open.
But that wasn't the scariest part.
The dim moonlight filtering through my window revealed something impossible.
There were no shelves. No clothes.
Just a dark passageway, stretching into the unknown.
I gasped, stumbling back in shock. This… this isn't possible! My room is normal. My closet is normal.
So how is there a tunnel behind it?
And then, before I could even process what I was seeing, something else made my blood turn ice-cold.
Someone was standing in the darkness… watching me.
I couldn't see their face. But I felt them. The way they stood there, silent. Waiting.
Like they knew…
That I was going to open that door.
To be continued…