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 Then came a knock at my door slow, deliberate, like whoever was on the other side already knew I was awake.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The knocking stopped after a few minutes, replaced by silence so thick it made my ears ring. When I finally dared to peek through the peephole, there was no one there. But a single word had been scrawled on the door in something dark and wet “LISTEN.” That’s when my phone rang again same unknown number. This time, I let it go to voicemail. I was too scared to hear what came next. But I had a feeling whatever this was... it had only just begun. Shutdown123