It began with fleeting glimpses dark shapes just beyond the edge of my vision. At first, I blamed exhaustion or paranoia. But then I started noticing patterns. The shadows weren’t random; they moved with purpose, following me from street corners, from mirrors, from the windows of buildings I passed. Even in broad daylight, I could feel their pres

The red door had always been there, at the end of the third-floor hallway in my apartment building sealed shut, locked tight, never used. No one talked about it. The landlord brushed it off when asked, claiming it was just a storage room. But one night, I heard scratching from behind it. Soft at first, like fingernails dragging across wood. Then ca

It was just after dusk when she arrived my neighbor from two doors down, pale and trembling, asking if she could use my phone. She said someone had been following her, that she heard footsteps behind her all the way home. I let her in without thinking. She dialed a number but never spoke, only listened, nodding slightly as if being given instructio

It started with a phone call at 2 17 AM. The number was unknown, but something compelled me to answer. A woman’s voice shaky, terrified whispered, “Don’t let them in.” Before I could respond, the line went dead. I tried calling back, but the number didn’t exist. I stared at the screen, pulse racing. Who was she  What was she running from