Don't Turn Around

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It was just after midnight when my phone vibrated. An unknown number. No message — just a picture. I opened it. It showed my bedroom. This exact room. The desk, the chair… and me. I was sitting there — at the exact moment I was looking at the photo. A chill ran down my spine. Slowly, I turned around. Behind me was nothing. Just the closed door. My phone vibrated again. A new picture. This time, someone was standing behind me. I suddenly felt breath on my neck. Before I could turn around, the last message came: “Don’t turn around.” Wir verwenden Cookies