Comhroinn Fuaime

[narrator] “Every night at exactly 2:17… my phone lights up with a notification. No sound… just a message. ‘I’m inside your house.’ At first, I thought it was a prank. So one night… I replied— ‘Where?’ … The typing dots appeared instantly. [whisper] ‘Behind you.’ I froze. Slowly… I turned around. Nothing. I laughed nervously… thinking it was fake. Until my phone buzzed again. This time… it wasn’t a message. It was a photo. A photo… of me… sitting on my bed… taken from behind.”