I lay frozen, my heart racing as I watched the figure in the corner of my room. It stood there, its shape dark and vague, but unmistakably real. I blinked, hoping it would disappear, but it didn't. Instead, the shadow began to move, slow and deliberate. It glided closer, each step filling me with a deeper sense of dread.
I wanted to scream, but no sound escaped my throat. My body felt heavy, weighed down by fear, as if the very air in the room had thickened. The figure loomed over me now, bending low, its presence suffocating as it neared the edge of my bed.
My mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening. This wasn't a dream, it couldn't be. I had to do something, anything-but my body refused to obey. All I could do was watch in terror as the shadow reached toward me.
Just when I thought it would touch me, it suddenly vanished, retreating into the darkness under the bed. I gasped, finally able to move, my body trembling. I leaned over the side of the bed, my hand hesitantly reaching toward the floor, my mind screaming at me not to look. But I had to know.
What was hiding beneath me?
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Whispers in the Shadows
TerrorIn Whispers in the Shadows, an ordinary Friday night takes a terrifying turn when a young protagonist encounters a mysterious shadow lurking in their bedroom. As the night unfolds, the figure grows bolder, chasing them through the house and pulling...
