It was 12:30 AM.
Rohan was lying in bed, scrolling through his phone. The house was completely silent.
Suddenly, his phone started ringing.
The number on the screen was strange.
It was his own number.
Confused, Rohan answered the call.
"Hello…?" he said.
For a few seconds, there was only silence.
Then he heard his own voice from the phone, whispering—
"Don't turn around…"
Rohan felt a chill run down his spine.
"How is this possible?" he thought.
His heart started beating faster.
The voice on the phone whispered again—
"I'm right behind you…"
Rohan slowly turned around.
But no one was there.
Just then, his phone buzzed again.
A new message appeared.
It was a photo.
Rohan opened it… and froze.
The photo showed him sitting on his bed.
And behind him, in the dark corner of the room,
someone was standing and smiling at the camera.