I thought the gentle rhythmic sound coming from my closet was just wind blowing through an open draft. Then the rhythm paused and took a deep, shivering breath. 🚪
I closed my eyes tightly, telling myself the tall figure at the foot of my bed was just sleep paralysis . Then I felt the cold mattress sink as it climbed on top of me. 🛌
My phone rang at midnight showing my own number on the caller ID. When I answered, my own voice whispered: 'Whatever you do, don't look up at the ceiling.' 📱