What I Wished for—And What Answered Back

I used to think I knew what I wanted. Last night, I wrote it down—just a wish, scrawled on a page, desperate and stupid. I wanted a sign. Anything. At 2:17 AM, my phone buzzed. No number. Just a message: "Are you sure?" The wallpaper flickered—my own face, but the eyes were wrong. Wider. Watching me. The air tasted like metal. My wish list app kept updating itself, each item replaced with a single word: "Leave." I tried to delete it. The phone vibrated, harder this time. "You asked." I haven’t slept. I keep hearing typing from the other room. I live alone. #TrueHorror #ParanormalEncounter #SleepWithTheLightsOn #Spirituality