Yakabatanidzwa ruzha

Last night, I woke up to a soft click — like a camera shutter. I grabbed my phone, confused, and opened my gallery. At the top… a new photo. It was me. Sleeping. Taken just a few seconds earlier. My heart stopped. I slowly looked around my dark room. In the corner, something tall was standing completely still, its shape barely visible. My phone buzzed again. A message app dont look at me