## The Midnight Call
Sarah had just moved into her new apartment. The place was small but cosy, perfect for starting fresh. One night, she was woken up by her phone ringing. She groggily answered, hearing a child's voice on the other end.
"Mommy, is that you?"
"I'm not your mommy," Sarah said, her voice still thick with sleep. "You must have the wrong number."
The child started crying. "Please, come home. He's here."
Before Sarah could respond, the line went dead. She tried to shake off the unsettling call, thinking it was just a prank. But it happened again the next night, and the night after that. The same child's voice, the same desperate plea.
One night, after the call, Sarah heard footsteps outside her apartment door. She peered through the peephole but saw nothing. As she turned away, the phone rang again. She picked it up, her hands trembling.
"Mommy, please. He's in the house."
Sarah's blood ran cold. She realized the voice wasn't coming from the phone but from inside her apartment. She turned around slowly and saw a shadowy figure standing in the doorway of her bedroom. The last thing she heard was the child’s whisper: "He found us."
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