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MidReal Story
The Shadow In My Closet
Scenario:A woman installs a sleep-tracking app that records her movements at night. One morning, she reviews the footage and sees herself sleeping peacefully—until a shadowy figure emerges from her closet and stands over her bed. The figure leans down, whispering something inaudible, before the video glitches. The final frame shows the figure staring directly into the camera with glowing eyes.
**Visuals**:
- Dark bedroom with faint moonlight.
- The shadowy figure slowly emerging from the closet.
- Close-up of the figure’s glowing eyes in the final frame.
**Sounds**:
- Soft breathing of the woman sleeping.
- A faint whisper growing louder.
- Static glitch sound at the end.
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Lily Thompson
anxious, and resilient. Lily discovers a strange figure lurking in her bedroom through her sleeptracking app. She becomes increasingly unsettled by the presence and its ominous actions. Despite her fear, she tries to investigate and confront the entity, leading to unsettling encounters and revelations about her past.
Mark Benson
caring, and skeptical. Mark helps Lily investigate the strange occurrences in her apartment but remains doubtful about supernatural explanations. His relationship with Lily deepens as he tries to help her cope with the unsettling events.
Sarah Mitchell
empathetic, and resourceful. Sarah offers emotional support to Lily during her ordeal and provides historical insights about the apartment building's past. Her research skills help uncover dark secrets related to the entity haunting Lily.
I woke up early, feeling restless, so I decided to check out this sleeptracking app my boyfriend had recommended.
The app used the camera on my phone to track my movements at night, giving a score out of ten for how restful my sleep was.
As I watched the footage, I saw myself sleeping peacefully in my bed.
The only light came from the moon shining through the curtains, casting an eerie glow over the dark bedroom.
Suddenly, I felt chilled, as if someone was standing over me, watching me.
But when I looked up, there was no one there.
Shrugging it off as nerves, I continued watching the footage.
It showed me sleeping even more peacefully, with only the slight movement of my chest visible as I breathed in and out.
Then a shadowy figure slowly emerged from my closet.
A gasp escaped my mouth as I saw it, but the sleeping me didn’t react at all.
The figure leaned over my bed, staring at me with unseen eyes.
A whisper began, growing louder until it became almost audible.
It was impossible to make out any words, but the tone was unmistakable - evil and menacing.
I wanted to turn the footage off, but I was frozen in horror.
The figure continued whispering, even more urgently now, before vanishing with a final glance at the camera.
The video ended with a glitch - three seconds of static - before showing a final frame of the figure looking directly into the lens.
Its eyes glowed brightly, and I felt my blood run cold.
For a few minutes, I sat at the kitchen table, phone in hand, staring at the app’s icon.
My heart still raced from what I’d seen.
Finally, with trembling fingers, I tapped on the icon and then confirmed that I wanted to delete it.
A weight lifted off my shoulders as the app disappeared from my phone.
I needed to feel safe again.
That evening, Mark came over and I told him what had happened.
He raised an eyebrow skeptically and examined my phone, but of course there was nothing left to see.
He stayed the night anyway, holding me close as I drifted off to sleep with all the lights on.
The next morning, over breakfast, Mark looked at me seriously and said, "You know, I’ve been thinking about what you told me last night."
I put down my coffee, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach. "What is it?"
He hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I never recommended any sleep-tracking app to you."
I stared at him, shocked.
"But... but I thought..."
Mark shook his head, "I think you must have installed it yourself without realizing it."
I frowned, trying to remember, but my memory of installing the app was hazy.
Maybe Mark was right.
But why would I have done that?
And what about the footage I saw?
The shadowy figure and the evil whispers?
Mark noticed my confusion and said, "We should try to find out more about that footage. Maybe there’s a way to recover it."
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and fear.
Together, we went over to my best friend Sarah’s house, who was also my neighbor.
She listened intently as we told her everything.
Her eyes widened as we showed her the deleted app, and she looked at me with concern.
"We need to find out more," she said firmly.
Mark agreed, "Yeah, we need to get to the bottom of this. Do you know anyone who could help?"
Sarah nodded, "Actually, I might know someone."
She made a quick call and arranged for us to meet up with her contact at the local library later that evening.
We all agreed to meet up there at six o’clock.
Mark and I headed back to my apartment while Sarah got ready for work. Mark stayed with me all day, and even though we didn’t talk much about what had happened, his presence made me feel better.
As the sun began to set, we made our way to the library.
Sarah met us outside and led us inside.
Her contact turned out to be a librarian named Mike who had a passion for local history.
He showed us into a back room filled with dusty archives and sat down with us.
"So what do you need help with?"
Sarah explained what had happened with the sleep-tracking app and how I’d seen a shadowy figure in the footage.
Mike listened intently, nodding along as we spoke.
When we finished, he sat back in his chair and looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I think I can help you," he said finally.
"I have some research on local history that might be relevant. Let me see what I can find."
He disappeared into the stacks and came back half an hour later with three boxes full of papers. We spent hours going through them together - Mark examining old maps of the town, Sarah reading through news articles from the 1940s, and I looking through a collection of photographs taken by a local photographer in the 1980s.
As we worked, the room grew darker, the only light coming from a single lamp in the corner.
Finally, just as we were about to give up, Mark called out, "I found something!"
We all gathered around him and he spread out a large, brittle map on the table.
It was an old treasure map, with faded lines and cryptic symbols.
"This," he said, tapping a spot marked with an 'X', "is rumored to be where a hidden treasure lies."
Sarah leaned closer to examine the map.
"Where is it?"
Mike spoke up from behind us.
"That’s the location of the old mine that was abandoned in the 1920s."
We all looked at each other and then back at Mark.
"Do you think this is what we’ve been searching for?"
I asked.
Mark shrugged.
"It’s definitely worth investigating."
Mark nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"But we have to be careful," he added, "there might be more than just treasure hidden there."
Sarah glanced at me, her expression serious. "And maybe some answers about that figure you saw."
