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PART 1 — “The Text at 2:17 AM” At exactly 2:17 AM… my phone buzzed. Unknown number. I almost ignored it—but something felt off. The message said: “Stop looking under your bed.” I froze. Because I was looking under my bed. I had dropped my AirPods, and I was literally on the floor reaching for them. My heart started racing. I slowly pulled my hand back. Maybe… just a coincidence? I typed: “Who is this?” The reply came instantly. “Get out of your room. Now.” A chill went down my spine.I stood up,