Don’t Turn Around
My breath caught in my throat. I read the message again, just to be sure I wasn’t imagining it. Don’t turn around. The power was still out. The only light in the room came from my phone screen, casting a pale glow on my trembling hands.
I didn’t want to believe it — but I felt it. That prickling sensation at the back of my neck, the one you get when you’re being watched. Slowly, without moving my head, my eyes darted to the glass cabinet in the corner. The faint reflection showed part of the room behind me.
And there was… a shadow.
Tall. Still. Too still to be human. I swallowed hard as my mind raced—had someone been inside the whole time?
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I took a step forward toward the kitchen, phone in hand, ready to dial… someone. Anyone. But before I could type, another message flashed on the screen:
“If you scream, the truth comes out tonight.”
My fingers froze over the keyboard.
Truth? What truth?
How could he possibly know about—
A loud creak split the air.
I turned just in time to see the cabinet door slowly swinging open by itself.
Inside, on the middle shelf, sat a small black device with a blinking red light.
It was a hidden camera.
