Mia reclined on the worn couch, her legs curled beneath her. She squinted at her phone, brow furrowed as she read the cryptic text from an unknown number. The hum of the television felt distant, a fragile barrier between her and the enveloping dark. "Very funny," she typed, her fingers trembling ever so slightly as she tried to laugh off the message. The reply arrived before she could set the phone down.

Another message flashed on her screen: "I’m standing right behind you." Mia's smile faded, replaced by a chill that ran down her spine. She scrolled through her contacts, hoping to recognize the number, but found nothing. The darkness in the room thickened, pressing in from all sides.

Her breath caught as her eyes locked on the shape—too tall, too still, its features obscured by shadow. She tried to steady her hand, the phone’s camera trembling as she peered closer. Her heart hammered in her chest; every instinct screamed for her to run, yet she remained frozen. The silence deepened, broken only by another buzz from her phone.

The new message glared on her screen: "You weren’t supposed to see me yet." Panic surged through Mia, her grip loosening on the phone as the cold pressed against her skin. The silence was absolute now, each breath deafening in her ears. She could feel something behind her, the space impossibly crowded.

Mia[/@ch_1]’s hands, clattering to the floor. A soft, icy breeze brushes her cheek, carrying the scent of something unfamiliar.] A voice, low and chilling, whispers directly in her ear: Unknown Presence "Now, turn around." The words linger in the air, making the darkness feel alive. She stands paralyzed, her heart thundering, every muscle tense with terror.

Mia[/@ch_1] stands at the edge of panic. The rain outside becomes a distant roar, her surroundings a blur of shadow and fear. The room waits, silent and expectant.] Mia inhales shakily, summoning every ounce of courage as she prepares to face what waits behind her. The urge to flee wars with the compulsion to obey, the silence growing unbearable. She closes her eyes, knowing that whatever she does next will change everything. With trembling resolve, she turns—into the darkness, into the unknown.