𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 || Read At Your Own Risk

The Whispering Closet

In the dim glow of her nightlight, Sarah lay frozen in bed, her eyes fixed on the closet door. Shadows danced ominously, fueled by her imagination. She had always felt uneasy about the closet, but tonight was different. Tonight, it felt like something was watching her.

A sudden chill filled the room, causing Sarah to shiver. The closet door creaked open slowly, revealing a darkness so thick it seemed to swallow the feeble light. Heart pounding, Sarah wanted to scream, but fear paralyzed her vocal cords.

Then, from the darkness, emerged a figure. Its limbs were elongated, its face a twisted mask of terror. Sarah's breath caught in her throat as it glided toward her with unnatural grace.

With a surge of courage, Sarah reached for her lamp, but it flickered and died, plunging the room into utter darkness. She could feel the creature's icy breath on her neck, its presence suffocating.

Just as Sarah felt she couldn't bear it any longer, a faint whisper pierced the silence: "Sarah, it's time to come home."

And then, as suddenly as it appeared, the creature vanished, leaving Sarah alone in the chilling silence of her room.