The Whispering Presence

If this EVER happened to you… you’d move out instantly. I’m not joking.” I was getting ready

for bed when I noticed my closet door… was open. Just a few inches, like someone had

peeked out. I ALWAYS close it. It’s a habit. So I walk over, shut it,

and don’t think much of it. Until I hear something inside. Not a thump.

Not scratching. Just… breathing. Slow. Right behind the door.

I freeze. I’m alone in the house. I open it a tiny bit and whisper:

“…Who’s in there?” Nothing. Then the clothes move. Like someone’s hiding

behind them. I grab my phone, turn on the flashlight— and that’s when I see her.