She woke suddenly, breath caught in her throat, the quiet of her bedroom pressing in on her like a warning. Her heart refused to slow, as if it knew something she didn't.
As she lay there listening, she realized the silence wasn't quite silent at all. There was a low vibration in the air, so soft she might have missed it if she hadn't been paying attention. Slowly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. "What is going on?" Mia whispered to herself. Something about the rhythm of the hum set her teeth on edge. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had settled over her bedroom.
The mirror across the room caught her gaze. For a heartbeat, she swore her reflection hesitated before it moved, lips twitching, an angry frown she hadn't made. A chill ran down her spine, and she planted her feet firmly on the floor. The hum grew louder, vibrating against her ribcage. Mia swallowed and whispered, "This... this isn't right..."
Her backpack lay where she'd left it yesterday, untouched, but she could've sworn it's strap had shifted. Every shadow seemed heavier, more solid than it should be. Something unseen pressed against the edges of the room, waiting, curious. And somewhere in the quiet, a soft, almost imperceptible scream echoed.