I never really believed in ghosts. Not until that night, the night it happened in my own room. It was around 3:11 a.m. when I woke up to this soft scratching sound coming from my window. At first, I thought it was a cat or maybe a branch brushing the glass.
But the sound got slower, longer,like someone was dragging their nails across it. I sat up, half-asleep, staring at the curtains and I swear, I saw a shadow of a hand behind them. Long, bony fingers, barely human. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
Then the curtain shifted a little, just enough for me to see through the gap and there it was. An eye. Staring right back at me. My whole body froze. And then my phone, which was on the table, suddenly lit up by itself. Front camera opened. The screen showed me sitting on the bed and something standing right behind me.
I turned around instantly nothing. But the smell, that metallic, bloody smell, it stayed. Ever since that night, I can’t sleep peacefully anymore. Every time the clock hits 3:11, I swear I still hear that sound soft, slow, scratching the glass.
And sometimes, just before it stops,I hear a whisper
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