Riya stood frozen.
The wardrobe.
Silent again.
As if nothing had happened.
Her breathing was uneven. Every instinct told her to run—but her feet wouldn't move.
Her phone screen was still glowing on the floor.
"Now open it."
"No…" she whispered.
But something inside her… pushed her forward.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Her hand reached the handle again.
This time—
She pulled it open.
Nothing.
Just clothes. Hanging quietly. No movement. No sound.
Riya stared, confused.
"Was it… all in my head?"
She let out a shaky breath and stepped back.
Buzz.
Her phone vibrated again.
She turned slowly.
"You're learning."
Her stomach dropped.
"What do you want from me?" she typed again, her hands trembling.
The reply came after a few seconds this time.
"To see how far you'll go."
The lights suddenly flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then—
Darkness.
The entire room went black.
"Hello?!"
No answer.
Only the sound of her own breathing.
Then—
A faint whisper.
Right behind her ear.
"Don't turn around this time."
Riya's eyes widened.
Tears rolled down her cheeks.
She could feel it.
Someone.
Standing just inches behind her.
Breathing.
Watching.
Waiting.
Her phone lit up again in the darkness.
She didn't want to look.
But she did.
"Good girl."
Her heart pounded so loudly it felt like it would burst.
The whisper came again—
Closer.
Colder.
"You're not alone anymore."
Suddenly—
The wardrobe door slammed shut by itself.
BANG!
Riya screamed and turned around instinctively.
The room was still dark.
But now—
The wardrobe door was slightly open again.
And from the gap…
Two eyes.
Watching her.
Unblinking.
Her phone vibrated one last time.
"You weren't supposed to turn."
To be continued __