Please Open the Door at Midnight

04

The night was so long that time seemed to stand still.

I tried to convince myself it was okay. As long as I went on binge-watching, it would be dawn soon.

But I couldn't do it. I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at my phone, but I was absent-minded. My body was tense, and my hands holding the phone were sticky and sweaty.

A few hours later, it suddenly occurred to me that I looked like I was waiting for the person to show up.

I was taken aback by the thought that suddenly popped into my head.

And just then, my phone vibrated!

My hair stood on end, and I almost threw my phone away.

I suppressed my fear and looked at the screen. Sure enough, it was that number again.

He sent me another photo. Looking at that picture, I was as pale as death.

In the photo, I was sitting on the edge of my bed, looking down at my phone. The dim light of the screen reflected my face, which was half covered by my hair, adding a bit of ghostly aura to me.

That was impossible.