Late one night, Sarah was alone in her apartment, watching TV. The wind howled outside, and the rain tapped against the windows. Suddenly, her phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, she saw an unknown number. Hesitant but curious, she answered.
“Hello?” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
“Sarah, it’s me,” a familiar voice replied. It was her best friend, Mia, who had died in a car accident six months ago. Sarah’s heart raced. “Mia? Is that really you?”
“Yes! I need your help,” Mia said, her voice echoing oddly. “They’re coming for me.”
Confused and terrified, Sarah asked, “Who’s coming?”
“You have to listen! They’re right outside your door!” Mia urged.
Sarah’s heart raced as she heard faint knocking. “Mia, this isn’t funny!” she shouted, panic rising in her chest.
“Please, Sarah! Don’t open the door!” Mia warned. another scary story The last train
Just then, the knocking grew louder, accompanied by low whispers. Sarah’s breath quickened. “What should I do?”
“Hide! Don’t let them in!” Mia screamed.
As the knocking turned into banging, Sarah dashed to the closet and squeezed inside. The last thing she heard was Mia’s voice fading away. Then silence. When morning came, Sarah’s phone lay on the floor, and the door stood wide open.
