It was just past midnight when I heard a sharp knock on my bedroom window. Heart pounding, I rushed to look but outside was nothing but darkness and the faint rustling of leaves. I told myself it was just a branch, or maybe an animal. But the knocks kept coming, louder and more insistent, always when I was alone and least expecting it. Each time

 Driving down the lonely highway late at night, I spotted a woman standing by the roadside, drenched from the rain and shivering. Feeling sorry for her, I pulled over and offered a ride. She climbed in silently, her eyes fixed on the window as the car glided through the foggy road. But the closer we got to the next town, the colder the air became,

It started with a text from an unknown number  “I know what you did.” Confused and alarmed, I tried to reply, but the messages only grew more specific and more threatening. The stranger knew details about my life I had never shared with anyone. Every message revealed a new secret, and soon, the texts weren’t just warnings they were demands.

 I inherited the old porcelain doll from my grandmother, a beautiful but unsettling figure with glassy eyes that seemed to follow me. At first, I thought it was just my imagination when I noticed the doll in a different position than where I’d left it. But soon, it became impossible to ignore the doll moved when I wasn’t watching, sometimes ap