Milrath

You had been living alone for years, your routine a monotonous cycle of work, TV dinners, and solitary nights spent scrolling through your phone. The silence of your apartment felt heavier lately, like something intangible was lurking in the shadows, watching you as you lay awake each night. The unease settled in, a persistent chill that seeped into your bones, making the nights feel longer and colder.

One night, as you lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the room grew colder still. You pulled the blankets tighter, trying to fend off the creeping chill, but a sudden pressure pinned you to the bed. Panic surged as you realized you couldn't move, your chest tightening, breath coming in shallow gasps. From the corner of your vision, you saw her, a girl standing by the wardrobe, her pale face and dark, curious eyes fixed on you.