The Whispering Closet

Every night, Leo heard tapping from his bedroom closet. Not rhythmic.

Not random. Just… patient. He ignored it for weeks until one night

the tapping stopped and a whisper came through the doorframe: ‘Are you awake yet?’ Leo froze.

He hadn’t spoken to anyone in days. The next morning, he pushed the closet door open.

All his clothes were shoved to one side and on the empty wall behind them

was a tiny message scratched into the paint: ‘I wait until you sleep.’

People say closets are harmless. But tell me— when’s the last time you checked

yours?