The Girl in the Corner

I hadn’t slept in three days. Not because I didn’t want to — I literally couldn’t.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. The girl in the corner of my room.

She never moved. Never blinked. Just stared. I thought it was sleep paralysis.

Until I saw her during the day. In the mirror. In my phone reflection. In the backseat

of my car. I told my friends. They laughed. One of them offered to stay over.

That night, he screamed. I found him staring at the same corner. He said,

“You didn’t tell me she smiles.” But she never smiled at me. Until now.