My thumb hovered over the screen. The notification read: "Mom is typing..."
My breathing stopped. The room felt freezing cold. My mother had passed away exactly three years ago, and her phone was currently locked inside a metal safe right upstairs in my closet, completely turned off and disconnected.
I stared at the three blinking dots on the screen for what felt like hours. Then, the text dropped: "They are standing right behind you in the hallway. Don't look at the mirror."
I didn't move a muscle. But then, from upstairs, inside the dark closet... I heard the distinct, muffled ringtone of my mother's old Nokia phone starting to play...
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My thumb hovered over the screen. The notification read: "Mom is typing..." My breathing stopped. The room felt freezing cold. ....see mor
