Samantha (Corrections Officer)

That's when I snapped out of it. My hand shot to my side, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers were shaking so bad I almost dropped it, but I managed to flick on the flashlight and point it straight at her. And she was gone, not like she faded out or walked away. She was just gone, like she'd never been there in the first place.

That's when I snapped out of it. My hand shot to my side, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers were shaking so bad I almost dropped it, but I managed to flick on the flashlight and point it straight at her. And she was gone, not like she faded out or walked away. She was just gone, like she'd never been there in the first place.

But the feeling, the crushing weight of her presence, was still there, clinging to the air like smoke. I sat there for what felt like hours, my heart slamming against my ribs, the flashlight trembling in my hand. I whispered prayers under my breath, trying to steady myself, trying to convince myself it was just a dream. But I knew better.

But the feeling, the crushing weight of her presence, was still there, clinging to the air like smoke. I sat there for what felt like hours, my heart slamming against my ribs, the flashlight trembling in my hand. I whispered prayers under my breath, trying to steady myself, trying to convince myself it was just a dream. But I knew better.

I've always believed in this stuff, but believing and experiencing are two different things. Eventually, I convinced myself to lie back down, but I didn't turn the flashlight off. No way in hell was I letting the dark back in. But it didn't matter. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, I was waking up again.

I've always believed in this stuff, but believing and experiencing are two different things. Eventually, I convinced myself to lie back down, but I didn't turn the flashlight off. No way in hell was I letting the dark back in. But it didn't matter. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, I was waking up again.

My back was pressed against the wall, and the air felt even colder than before. That's when I realized it wasn't just cold. It was wrong. I opened my eyes slowly, already dreading what I'd see. And there, in the bed across from me, was a figure sitting up. It wasn't the woman from before. This thing was worse.

My back was pressed against the wall, and the air felt even colder than before. That's when I realized it wasn't just cold. It was wrong. I opened my eyes slowly, already dreading what I'd see. And there, in the bed across from me, was a figure sitting up. It wasn't the woman from before. This thing was worse.

Its skin was gray, stretched thin over sharp bones, its face hollow with glowing, empty eyes that stared straight at me. It didn't blink, it didn't move, it just stared. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could even process what I was seeing, I felt it, another presence.

Its skin was gray, stretched thin over sharp bones, its face hollow with glowing, empty eyes that stared straight at me. It didn't blink, it didn't move, it just stared. My breath caught in my throat, and before I could even process what I was seeing, I felt it, another presence.

I turned my head, slow as molasses, and there by the clothes rack was another figure, standing exactly where the woman had been, that was it. My body finally kicked into gear. I bolted out of that room, heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

I turned my head, slow as molasses, and there by the clothes rack was another figure, standing exactly where the woman had been, that was it. My body finally kicked into gear. I bolted out of that room, heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

i didn't stop until i was in my parents room slamming the door behind me gasping out words i could barely string together they stared at me wide-eyed as i told them everything i was shaking so bad i could barely get the words out my voice trembling like i'd just run a marathon

i didn't stop until i was in my parents room slamming the door behind me gasping out words i could barely string together they stared at me wide-eyed as i told them everything i was shaking so bad i could barely get the words out my voice trembling like i'd just run a marathon

they didn't laugh they didn't tell me i was imagining things they knew me too well for that my dad suggested i sleep in the bunks outside their room near the dogs crates with their door open it wasn't perfect but it was better than going back to that room I set myself up in the bunk, the dogs at my feet, but I couldn't relax. The whole cabin felt like it was watching me, waiting.

they didn't laugh they didn't tell me i was imagining things they knew me too well for that my dad suggested i sleep in the bunks outside their room near the dogs crates with their door open it wasn't perfect but it was better than going back to that room I set myself up in the bunk, the dogs at my feet, but I couldn't relax. The whole cabin felt like it was watching me, waiting.

Every creak of the wood, every groan of the wind felt like it was coming from something else, something that wanted me to go back to that room. I don't know how long I lay there in the bunk, staring at the ceiling like it might split open and drop something horrible on me.

Every creak of the wood, every groan of the wind felt like it was coming from something else, something that wanted me to go back to that room. I don't know how long I lay there in the bunk, staring at the ceiling like it might split open and drop something horrible on me.

The dogs by the crates were restless, shifting and whining under their breath, their eyes flicking to the dark corners of the room like they saw something I couldn't, the little comfort I thought they'd give me, gone. If even the dogs were scared, what chance did I have?

The dogs by the crates were restless, shifting and whining under their breath, their eyes flicking to the dark corners of the room like they saw something I couldn't, the little comfort I thought they'd give me, gone. If even the dogs were scared, what chance did I have?