a woman laying in bed with a lamp next to her

Lena settled into bed, the comforting hum of her old radio filling the room. As the clock struck midnight, the station crackled, and a voice broke through: “If you’re hearing this, it’s already too late.”Chills crept up her spine. She glanced at the clock, but it hadn’t moved. The voice continued, low and chilling, recounting a story of a girl who disappeared in the very town where Lena lived, just a week before.Suddenly, the lights flickered. Lena’s heart raced. The voice went on, now eerily personal, detailing her every fear, her hidden regrets. “You’ll join her soon,” it whispered, the tone dripping with malice.Panic surged, and Lena lunged for the radio, but it turned off on its own. The silence was deafening. Just then, a soft knock echoed from her closet. She hesitated, frozen, then steeled herself and approached.Swinging the door open, she found only darkness. But as she peered inside, she felt a cold breath on her neck. The radio buzzed back to life, and the voice whispered, “Found you.”Before she cou