Jea Avey Fan••

The hallway was silent, but not empty. Every step you took made the shadows twitch, as if something unseen was crawling just out of sight. The air grew colder—so cold that your breath trembled in front of you. Then you heard it… a slow, dragging sound behind you. Not footsteps. Not breathing. Just a soft scrape… like long nails pulling across the floor.
And when you finally turned around—
there was nothing.
But the scraping didn’t stop.
It was right beside your ear.