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of the night.
It was just after 2 a.m. I got up for a glass of water, and without really thinking about it, I opened the camera feed on my phone.
What I saw made my body go cold.
Emily’s bedroom door was slowly opening.
A figure stepped inside.
Thin. Slightly bent. Moving carefully, as if unsure of the floor beneath her feet.
As the image sharpened, recognition continue reading …
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