Maya's phone buzzed as she was locking up the caf� late one night. A voicemail - from her mom. Strange, considering her mom had passed away six months ago.

Heart hammering, Maya pressed play.

At first, all she heard was static. Then, faintly, her mother's voice:

"Sweetheart... I'm sorry... I can't leave yet. He's here. Don't come home."

Maya froze. The caf�'s glass door showed her reflection - but something behind her moved.

Something tall, with hollow eyes, grinning as it stepped closer.

Her phone buzzed again. Another voicemail. Same number. Same voice, whispering:

"Too late."

The lights flickered out