Don’t Turn Around

I thought the feeling of being watched was just my imagination until I heard breathing that wasn't mine.

I was alone in my room, lights off, phone in my hand. The breathing was

slow, deliberate, right behind me. I froze, remembering what

my mother once told me: if you hear breathing behind you, don't turn around.

Because it only moves when you look. Then a voice whispered, why won't you look at me.

Every instinct screamed not to, but I couldn't help it. I turned around.

The room was empty, but the breathing got louder, closer to my ear. That's when I understood.

It doesn't need to be seen to be real. If you're watching this and feel something