HER SHADOW APPEARED FIRST

HER SHADOW APPEARED FIRST

At exactly 11:47 p.m., Bethy heard someone knock three times.

She opened the door.

Nobody was there.

But under the streetlight, she saw a shadow standing in front of her.

Bethy froze.

The strange part: her own shadow was still behind her.

Bethy slammed the door and locked it.

She stood silently, listening.

Then she heard footsteps outside.

Slow.

Heavy.

Coming closer.

She looked through the window.

The shadow was gone.

THE CALL

Bethy answered.

Nobody spoke.

She whispered, “Hello?”

A voice replied:

“Don't look behind you.”

Her heart stopped.

She slowly turned anyway.

Nothing.

Then the voice spoke again.

This time, it was unmistakably hers.

“Bethy… I told you not to look.

Bethy couldn't sleep.

At 2:13 a.m., her phone received a photograph.

It showed her bedroom.

She was sleeping in the picture.

But Bethy was awake.

She zoomed in.

Someone was standing beside her bed.

Bethy threw the phone across the room.

Then came three knocks.

Exactly like the previous night.

She checked the clock.

11:47 p.m.

She opened the door.

Nothing.

Then she looked down.

There were wet footprints leading from the doorway…straight to her bedroom.

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