Don't Answer the Door

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Every night at 3:33 AM, Emily received a text from her dead sister. She thought it was a cruel joke. A glitch. But tonight was different. Tonight, the message read: “Don’t answer the door. I’m already inside.” Chills ran down her spine. How could this be real? Emily glanced around her dark apartment, heart racing. Silence enveloped her, but that text shattered it. Days earlier, Emily buried her sister, Sarah. An accident, they said. But Emily felt something darker. A secret lingering in the shadows. The texts had started a week after Sarah’s funeral. At first, just random memes. Then eerie messages. Each night, they grew more unsettling. Emily's phone buzzed again. “You need to trust me.” Cold sweat dripped down her back. Trust? After losing her sister? She noticed something strange. The lights flickered, and a cold breeze swept through the room. Every instinct screamed to flee, but she stood frozen. What if this was Sarah reaching out? What if it was something else? Then, a creaking noise from the living room. Footsteps. Emily’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded like a drum. The door remained shut, but the air thickened. “Let me in,” the text read, as if it were reading her mind. Panic surged. Was it a warning? A plea? Or a trap? With a shuddering breath, Emily resolved to stay put, clutching her phone. In that moment, the screen lit up again. “I’m here to protect you.” Was that really Sarah? Or something far more sinister? One last message pinged: “Trust yourself.” And then, silence.