Qui m’appelle dans la nuit ?

I live alone… but someone just said my name. In the dead of night, I freeze, looking around my dark bedroom, lit only by my phone. “Hello?” I call out, my voice trembling. A whisper creeps back, repeating my name, chilling me to the bone. I glance towards the closet—the door swings slightly open, a wispy shadow hiding within. The wood creaks, an invitation to fear. Heart racing, I muster the courage and pull it open. It’s empty. Silence wraps around me, but then, right behind the camera, a voice whispers, “I’m not in there.” A rush of dread fills my chest. What would you do? Comment below!.