Mia ran.
Down the stairs, out into the rain, heart slamming against her ribs like a warning drum. She didn't look back. She didn't need to. The feeling was there - something was following her, not quite physical but close enough to breathe against her neck.
At home, she locked every door, turned on every light, and deleted Snapchat from her phone.
It didn't matter.
A soft ding echoed from her kitchen - the sound of a notification.
She stared at her phone.
Snapchat was still there.
Installed.
Open.
She tapped it.
A new friend request. From 0nlyU.
Mia backed away from her phone like it had turned to fire. She tried to turn it off - nothing happened. The screen stayed lit.
Then the camera turned on.
It wasn't showing her face.
It was showing her bedroom. From inside her closet.
The door creaked slightly.
She stared in horror as the camera feed slowly moved, panning toward the closet door. Something was breathing behind it - she could hear it now, ragged and hungry.
And then... it whispered:
"You watched. Now you belong."
Her phone screen glitched - then turned pitch black.
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The next day, police found Mia's apartment empty. Lights on. No signs of a struggle. No Mia.