Elara was an ordinary young girl, or so it seemed. She went to bed every night at the same time, always before her father. But recently, strange reports began to circulate around their small town. Her teacher mentioned seeing Elara wandering the streets late at night. A neighbor claimed to have seen her at 2 o’clock in the morning, strolling by his house. These accounts confused and terrified her father. How could his daughter be wandering the streets when she was asleep in her bed? Every morning, she would wake up as usual, showing no signs of having left her bed at all.
Determined to get to the bottom of these bizarre sightings, Elara’s father decided to stay up all night and watch over her. That night, with the house cloaked in darkness, he sat by her bedside, eyes wide open, waiting for something—anything—to happen. Hours passed, and Elara lay still, peacefully asleep. As dawn approached, her father began to doubt the neighbors' stories, suspecting they might have been mistaken or even trying to play a cruel joke on him.
But the next day brought more unsettling news. Relatives who had come to visit mentioned seeing Elara out and about early in the morning, before anyone else had woken up. This time, her father couldn’t dismiss the claims so easily. He was left with no choice but to seek help from a professional.
He took Elara to a psychiatrist, hoping to find a rational explanation for her strange behavior. The psychiatrist conducted thorough examinations, checking her health and mental state, but found nothing out of the ordinary. Elara was perfectly healthy. Yet, the reports of her being seen at odd hours persisted, leaving the doctor and her father even more perplexed.
The situation escalated during their stay at the hospital. Despite the psychiatrist’s assurances, more neighbors reported seeing a little girl wandering the hospital grounds in the early hours of the morning. The hospital security guards, however, hadn’t noticed anything unusual—until one of them finally spotted her, outside the hospital gate, late one night. The doctor, growing increasingly intrigued by the mystery, decided to watch Elara himself.
That night, he positioned himself near her room, determined to catch a glimpse of whatever was causing these sightings. Sure enough, in the dead of night, he saw her slip out of her bed and head toward the door. He followed her, his heart pounding. As she reached the hospital gate, a nurse approached him, startling him for just a moment. When he turned back, Elara was gone, vanished into the night.
The next morning, two men visited the hospital. One claimed he had seen Elara that morning, but his friend insisted he hadn’t seen anyone. The doctor, now deeply concerned, began to piece together the strange puzzle. Only one person could see her at a time, it seemed. He reviewed the hospital’s CCTV footage, but there was no sign of Elara on the tapes.
That night, as a final measure, the doctor checked on Elara’s condition while she was asleep. To his horror, he realized that the girl had no heartbeat. She was lying there, cold and still, but not dead in the conventional sense. A chilling realization washed over him: the girl wasn’t physically walking at night—it was her soul, wandering through the dark, only visible to a select few.
Elara’s father was devastated by the revelation. His daughter, seemingly alive by day, was a wandering soul by night. The mystery of her nightly wanderings had been solved, but it left them with a haunting truth that would forever change their lives. The girl they loved was trapped in a spectral existence, straddling the line between the living and the dead, her soul forever restless in the dark of night.