Fotos Nocturnas en la Oscuridad

My phone started taking pictures while I was asleep. Hundreds of them. All pointed at my

bedroom door. At first, nothing unusual. Just darkness. But each night,

the flash captured something new. A shadow in the hallway. Then closer.

Then at my doorway. Last night, the final photo showed my bedroom from a different

angle. Someone else was holding my phone. Standing over me. Taking a picture

of me sleeping. The police found nothing. But tonight, my phone is already

warm. Like it's been used. And I haven't touched it. I can hear footsteps

in the hall. The camera shutter just clicked.