I couldn't sleep. The room was dark, but my eyes were wide open, staring at the closet door.
It didn't latch properly. I knew that. It always stayed slightly ajarโa sliver of black gap between the door and the frame.
Tonight, though, the gap was wider.
I told myself the house had shifted, or the carpet was bunched up. But as I watched, the gap widened again, and I saw something within the dark interior moveโa long, smooth shape, darker than the shadows around it.
It stopped.
Then, from inside the closet, a faint, cold whisper slithered across the room. It said a single word, quiet as falling ash:
"Close it."
I did the opposite. I screamed and threw the covers over my head, but not before I heard the creak of the closet door as it was pulled all the way open
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