On Halloween night, Nora’s phone rang.
The caller ID said Unknown, but the number looked oddly familiar — almost like her own.
She answered.
“Hello?”
A woman’s voice, quiet, trembling:
“Don’t go near the window. He’s already inside.”
The line went dead.
Nora froze, staring at her reflection in the glass — only to realize the reflection was still holding the phone to her ear…
long after she’d lowered hers.
The phone rang again.
Same number.
This time, the voice whispered, “Too late.”
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