I couldn’t move.
My eyes were locked on the closet.
The door was slightly open now…
even though I never touched it.
Something inside… was breathing.
Slow. Uneven.
My phone slipped from my hand… but the call was still active.
“Aanya?” I whispered.
The voice from inside the closet replied…
“Don’t look at it.”
My heart started racing.
Because I wasn’t looking at the closet anymore.
I was looking at the window.
And she was gone.
No footsteps. No sound. Just… gone.
For a second, I felt r