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PART 3: It’s Here I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I’m holding my phone… But it’s also across the room. Still vibrating. Then suddenly— It stops. Complete silence. The kind that makes your ears ring. Then my TV turns on by itself. Loud static. I grab the remote—nothing works. The screen starts glitching… Then forming… something. A figure. Standing there. Watching me. Not moving. Then slowly… It steps closer. Closer… Until I can see its face. And I swear— It’s me. But something