u/Recent_Wrongdoer5125

I live alone. Before going to sleep, I always ask the same question: “Siri, did I turn off all the lights?” I forget easily, so I set it up to warn me if any light is still on. That night felt normal. I told it to turn everything off and went to bed. I don’t know how much time passed, but I woke up to her voice: “Your light is on.” I barely opened my eyes. “Turn it off,” I murmured. Silence. Then again: “Your light is on.” This time I sat up in bed. My room was completely dark. I spent a few seconds trying to understand. That’s when my phone vibrated. Unknown number. “Yes. It’s on.” My whole body froze. I typed with shaking hands: “Who is this?” The reply came instantly: “The light is on.” “Is the door unlocked?” I didn’t check. I didn’t want to know. I just got up… opened the window… and jumped. I ran barefoot into the street. The police came back with me later. Nothing. No sign of a break-in. And the messages… weren’t there anymore. Not in history. Not deleted. As if they had never existed. I should have left after that. But I came back. Today. Door locked. Window locked. Phone recording. I’m not running this time. I want to see. I woke up a little while ago. To her. “Your light is on.” I didn’t answer. Didn’t make a sound. I just stared at the ceiling… trying to hear anything. And then I heard it. A low sound. Dragging. Slowly. On the other side of the door. Something moving past it. I got up. Very slowly. Without making a sound. And I crouched down… to look under the door. The hallway light was on. But that wasn’t it. There was something there. Standing still. Very close. They weren’t feet. They were hands. Bent the wrong way. With the fingers curled… like they were trying to support something on the floor. And then… my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn’t want to look. But I did. Unknown number. “The light is on.” “Did you see?” Siri spoke again. This time lower. Almost like a whisper: “She’s inside".

I live alone. Before going to sleep, I always ask the same question: “Siri, did I turn off all the lights?” I forget easily, so I set it up to warn me if any light is still on. That night felt normal. I told it to turn everything off and went to bed. I don’t know how much time passed, but I woke up to her voice: “Your light is on.” I barely opened my eyes. “Turn it off,” I murmured. Silence. Then again: “Your light is on.” This time I sat up in bed. My room was completely dark. I spent a few seconds trying to understand. That’s when my phone vibrated. Unknown number. “Yes. It’s on.” My whole body froze. I typed with shaking hands: “Who is this?” The reply came instantly: “The light is on.” “Is the door unlocked?” I didn’t check. I didn’t want to know. I just got up… opened the window… and jumped. I ran barefoot into the street. The police came back with me later. Nothing. No sign of a break-in. And the messages… weren’t there anymore. Not in history. Not deleted. As if they had never existed. I should have left after that. But I came back. Today. Door locked. Window locked. Phone recording. I’m not running this time. I want to see. I woke up a little while ago. To her. “Your light is on.” I didn’t answer. Didn’t make a sound. I just stared at the ceiling… trying to hear anything. And then I heard it. A low sound. Dragging. Slowly. On the other side of the door. Something moving past it. I got up. Very slowly. Without making a sound. And I crouched down… to look under the door. The hallway light was on. But that wasn’t it. There was something there. Standing still. Very close. They weren’t feet. They were hands. Bent the wrong way. With the fingers curled… like they were trying to support something on the floor. And then… my phone vibrated in my pocket. I didn’t want to look. But I did. Unknown number. “The light is on.” “Did you see?” Siri spoke again. This time lower. Almost like a whisper: “She’s inside".