Wrong Closet

I woke up at 3:07 AM to my phone ringing. Unknown number. I ignored it. It rang again.

And again. On the fourth call, I answered. Heavy breathing filled my ear,

then a child's voice whispered, check your closet. I froze. My bedroom door

was locked. I lived alone. No kids nearby. The line went dead. I sat there,

heart pounding, staring at my closet door. It was slightly open.

I never left it open. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone's flashlight and walked

toward it. The floorboards creaked under my weight. I reached for the

door handle, pulled it wide open, and shined the light inside. Empty.