a horror story

Late at night, Sarah was alone in her apartment, the only sound the ticking of the clock. She had just moved in and felt uneasy, but dismissed it as nerves. As she settled into bed, she heard faint whispers, too quiet to make out. Assuming it was the wind, she turned over to sleep. But then, a cold breath grazed her neck. Her heart raced as she turned on the light. Nothing.

Confused, she checked the windows and locked every door. But when she returned to her bed, she saw something: a message scrawled in the dust on her mirror-"I'm still here."

Suddenly, the whispers grew louder. The lights flickered, and from the darkness, a shadow slowly crept toward her bed.
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