23/11/2025
THE LAST PERSON IN THE ROOM”
Mara lived alone, but every night at exactly 3:12 AM, her phone took a picture by itself.�No shutter sound. No notification.�Just a new photo waiting in her gallery every morning.
At first, she thought she was sleep-tapping her phone. The photos showed her sleeping peacefully, blankets tucked, lights off—nothing strange.�Until one night, she noticed something new.
In the corner of the most recent picture…�a blurred figure. Tall. Lean. Standing perfectly still beside her bed.
She froze. The room was silent behind her, too silent.�She switched to her live camera feed to check the room.�Everything looked normal—empty floor, closed door, nobody there.
Her heart was beating so hard it hurt.�She flipped back to the photos to look again.
A new picture appeared.
It was taken five seconds ago.
In this one, the angle had changed.�It wasn’t taken from the bedside anymore.�It was taken from the ceiling, looking straight down on her.
And she wasn’t in her bed.
Mara stood up slowly, feeling the rush of cold air at her back.�Her phone vibrated—another photo appeared.�Hands trembling, she opened it.
This time, she saw herself…�standing in the corner of the room, eyes open wide, staring straight into the camera—�but she hadn’t moved.
Right behind her, in the photo, was the same tall figure.�Its hand was on her shoulder.
And as the screen dimmed, she finally felt fingers closing around her for real.
