For a second, everything was still. Too still. Like the world was holding its breath.
Then my phone buzzed again — but this time, it wasn’t a photo. It was a video.
My thumb shook as I tapped it. The screen flickered to life.
It was me, sitting on my bed, staring at my phone — exactly how I was now. But the version of me in the video wasn’t moving. He just sat there, eyes wide, face pale. Behind him, the closet door crept open.
Something stepped out.
Not the man. Not the figure. Something worse. It was thin, too thin, like it had been stretched too far. Its limbs moved wrong, jerky and puppet-like. It leaned down, close to my double’s ear, and I swear I saw it smile.
The video glitched. My other self blinked once, slowly, then turned to face the camera. His eyes were completely black.
"He’s not coming anymore," he said, his voice flat. "I am."
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