“Ten thousand people are watching a chair,” Sam whispered, hugging a pillow. “It’s been three hours.”
They rewound. The chair was still. No strings, no visible hands. Just the dusty floorboards and a cracked mirror on the wall. In the mirror’s reflection, for exactly three frames, a boy stood behind the chair. A boy with hollow eyes and a mouth sewn shut with black thread. GhostFreakXX
“To who?” Leo snapped. “Cyber police?” “Ten thousand people are watching a chair,” Sam
“That’s impossible,” Leo whispered. “There’s no camera in my closet.” ” Sam whispered
But then the rocking chair moved.