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But I wasn’t there. My phone buzzed again… another new clip. This one was live. I could see myself sleeping… my real self. Then the camera moved. Slowly… closer… closer… and I heard it whisper… MY NAME. I froze. The screen went black. But my bedroom door… just opened. I shouldn’t have moved. The bedroom door creaked open… and no one was there. But my phone buzzed again. Another video. This time, it was from… outside my room. I could see the hallway… empty. Then a shadow moved. Slow… deliberate