It started like any other Tuesday night: me, my laptop, and an unopened bag of chips I told myself I wouldn’t finish in one sitting. But as usual, I did. I was halfway through watching random TikToks, scrolling past cooking fails and dance trends, when I saw her.
Not just another pretty face. No, this was different.
This girl… she looked like she had stepped out of another world. Long silver hair that shimmered like moonlight, eyes the color of violet twilight, and this weird, elegant outfit that was somewhere between a princess and a warrior. I froze.
I clicked on the video.
No sound. Just her, staring straight into the camera, blinking slowly. The caption said:
“She only appears at 3:33am. Don’t watch alone.”
Yeah, right. Classic internet bait. I laughed, rolled my eyes, and swiped up. But my fingers stopped moving. Something in me said: go back.
So I did.
The video had already vanished.
Gone. Like it was never there. No trace on the account. Not in my liked videos. Not even in my “recently watched.” At that point, I was more confused than creeped out.
That night, I stayed up. Just because, you know, curiosity. At exactly 3:33am, I stared into my phone camera like a weirdo, half expecting the app to crash or a ghost to whisper in my ear.
Nothing.
Just silence and my sleepy face reflected in the screen.
Until—
My light flickered.
I know how that sounds, okay? Super cliché. But it really did. Once. Then twice. Then my laptop made this weird glitchy noise, even though it was shut.
I turned to look.
And there she was.
Standing in the corner of my room.
Yes, her. The girl from the video.
The one who vanished.
She didn’t say anything. She just stood there, head tilted, looking at me like she’d been waiting.
“Uh… hi?” I said, immediately regretting how dumb that sounded.
Her lips moved, but I didn’t hear anything.
And then she walked toward me.
I froze. Every cell in my body wanted to scream, run, throw my laptop at her—something. But I just sat there, heart racing. She reached out her hand and touched my forehead lightly.
Everything went white.
I woke up in the woods. Or… somewhere that looked like a forest, but the trees were glowing faint blue and the sky above had two moons.
Not gonna lie: my first thought was, “I’m dreaming. This is a dream. It has to be.”
But then she appeared again. Still in that same silvery outfit, her hair flowing like she had her own wind machine.
“Where am I?” I asked.
“This is between your world and mine,” she said, voice like distant bells. “You saw me. That means you’re one of the few.”
I blinked. “One of the few what?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she walked forward and handed me a glowing orb that pulsed in my hands like it had a heartbeat.
“Hold this,” she said. “And don’t let go.”
A thousand questions ran through my head:
- Who are you?
- Am I dead?
- Why me?
But all I said was: “Okay.”
Suddenly, the ground trembled. The light in the orb flickered and she turned around fast, eyes wide.
“They found you,” she whispered. “They’re coming.”
Before I could ask who they were, the world shifted again. It felt like I was being yanked out of existence. And then—darkness.
I woke up screaming in my bed.
Back in my room.
Morning light was creeping through my curtains. My phone was dead. My chips were still open.
Was it a dream? Probably.
Except… the orb was still in my hand.
Small, warm, glowing gently.
I didn’t know what it meant. Or what I was supposed to do with it. I hid it under my pillow and tried to go on with my day.
But the next night, she came again.
She warned me:
“There are people who want the orb. Don’t trust anyone.”
I laughed. “Even you?”
She didn’t smile. “Especially me.”
Now it’s been weeks. And every night, she shows up—sometimes in my dreams, sometimes in mirrors, sometimes in flashes on my phone screen. Always with warnings. Always with riddles.
I tried to tell my friends, but they either laughed or got weirdly silent.
One guy even said, “Wait… you saw her? Like, really saw her?”
I nodded.
He backed away like I told him I had a contagious disease. “Dude, that’s not good. That’s really not good.”
Apparently, this isn’t new.
Apparently, some people have seen her for years—just flashes, just rumors, just posts that disappear.
Some say she’s a guardian.
Others say she’s a trap.
No one really knows.
But one thing’s for sure: if you ever see her… if your phone glitches at 3:33am and you feel someone watching you—
You’ll know.
Because once you see her, there’s no going back.
And me?
I don’t even know what’s real anymore.
Is she saving me from something?
Or leading me into something worse?
Every night, I ask the same question.
And every time I open my eyes and see her standing at the foot of my bed, glowing like a moonlit ghost…
All I can think is:
Omg. She is real? 😮🙀🙀🙀
