Closet Watcher

Alone in the quiet hum of the night, a teenager scrolled, lost in the

digital glow. Then, a chilling message materialized, a digital whisper

from the shadows. She smirked, dismissing it as a childish prank, a silly game

in the dark. But a soft, pixelated knock from the closet echoed through the silence.

The playful smirk evaporated, replaced by a ghastly pallor. Fear took hold.

The hallway offered no solace, only echoing silence and deeper shadows. The phone on

the floor glowed again, a cruel taunt in the suffocating quiet.

Then, from the darkness, the closet door began its slow, chilling reveal.