Edio Yenye Shavu

Every night at exactly 3:00 AM, Arman’s phone would vibrate once on his bedside table, but whenever he checked it there was no call, no message, and no notification, only a new photo saved in his gallery, and each night the photo showed him sleeping in his bed from the corner of his room as if someone was standing there watching him in the dark; at first he thought it was a prank, then he locked his doors, covered his windows, and stayed awake the next night with the lights off and his camera op