On her first night in the new Victorian apartment, Clara noticed the heavy crimson velvet curtains draped over the floor-to-ceiling window. The landlord had mentioned they were left behind by the previous tenant. “Thick fabric,” he had said. “Blocks out everything.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clara, a freelance illustrator who worked through the night, didn’t mind the gloom at first. But by the seventh night, the oppressive shade began to get to her. At 2:00 AM, she paused her work and stared at the glass. The dark windowpane acted as a perfect mirror, reflecting her desk, the warm glow of her lamp, and her own tired face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything was normal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stood up to draw the curtains tighter. But the moment her fingertips brushed the velvet, a bone-chilling cold seeped into her skin. She yanked her hand back, her heart hammering against her ribs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It wasn’t a draft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For a split second, she had felt somethingbrush against the back of her hand from theinside of the curtain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stared at the heavy folds, her breath catching in her throat. The silence in the room was deafening, amplifying the frantic pulse in her ears. The sensation of being watched clung to her like a shadow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next morning, bathed in daylight, she threw the curtains open to inspect them. The backing was smooth, unlined, and completely empty. Laughing nervously at her own paranoia, she pulled them shut again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That night, determined to prove herself wrong, she placed a digital voice recorder on the windowsill before going to bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At 3:17 AM, the recorder\u2019s red LED blinked in the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Clara jolted awake. Trembling, she grabbed her phone and opened the companion app to play the audio file. Beneath the static hiss of the room, a voice whispered\u2014so faint, yet impossibly close:
\u201c\u2026Why didn\u2019t you pull it tight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her blood ran cold. The voice hadn’t come from outside. It had come frombehind the fabric, as if someone had pressed their lips directly against the velvet, whispering through a millimeter of space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hands shaking, she opened her phone\u2019s camera, pointing it at the crimson drape. On the screen, the curtain hung perfectly still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But then, in the reflection on her phone screen, she saw it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Behind her own pale, terrified face, the curtain was slowly, silently, bulging outward into the distinct shape of a person.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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