Primer plano de un smartphone vibrando en un dormitorio oscuro por la noche
Prompt
At 2:17 a.m., my phone buzzed.
A message from Mom: “Don’t open the door.”
My heart raced. Mom was asleep in the next room.
Then I heard knocking.
Slow. Careful.
Another message appeared:
“It learned my voice.”
The knocking stopped.
And someone whispered my name—from inside the room
