The Face Between Frames

I heard scratching from my hallway at two AM and grabbed my phone to check. Complete darkness.

Just my shaky breath and footsteps. I walked forward slowly, filming everything.

Five seconds of nothing. Just black walls closing in. Then my screen glitched

for half a second. When it cleared, a face was RIGHT THERE. Pale white skin.

Bloodshot eyes bulging out. Mouth open in a scream so loud my ears rang.

I fell backward and my phone hit the floor. When I picked it up,

the hallway was empty again. But here's the thing. I live alone. I checked the footage

frame by frame. That face appeared in a single frame. One frame. Like it existed