The Night Mara’s Bedroom Came Alive… and How Her Family Fixed It
Mara always thought her bedroom was the safest place in the house—cozy, quiet, lit by the warm glow of her bedside lamp. But one night, that sense of safety shattered. As she drifted between sleep and waking, three soft taps hit the tip of her toe. Not the blanket sliding, not a muscle twitch—deliberate, careful, almost like someone was checking if she was awake.
She sat up, heart racing, scanning the shadows. The curtains didn’t move. The air was still. The door stood slightly open. Nothing. Yet the silence felt heavier than before.
Morning light helped push the fear aside, but it lingered like a shadow. Later, her younger brother Liam noticed her door wide open. He stepped to close it—but froze when a low, rough sound came from inside, almost like a growl through the walls. He slammed the door shut, and when Mara came home, he told her, trying to sound brave—but his wide eyes betrayed him.
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