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I got a text from my mom last night—“Don’t come home.” That made no sense… she died three years ago. I called the number, and my blood ran cold when I heard it ringing from inside my house. I stood frozen at the door. Then another message popped up—“It knows you’re outside.” My phone buzzed again. This time, there was a photo. It was me, standing at my door, staring at my phone… reading this message. I don’t remember taking it.