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“Mina was alone in her apartment. Past midnight. She was just scrolling on her phone. Then… she heard it. Her voice. From the hallway. Calling her name. She froze. Because she hadn’t said anything. She checked her phone. No audio. Nothing playing. The voice came again. This time… closer. Same voice… same whisper. It said: ‘Come here…’ She quickly locked the door. Then… her phone lit up. Front camera… recording. Timestamp: 2 minutes ago. She pressed play… And saw herself. Standing outside her own