In a small, forgotten town, Sarah received a call every night at precisely 3:33 AM. The voice on the other end was a raspy whisper, always repeating the same chilling words: “I’m coming for you.” At first, she thought it was a prank, but as the nights passed, the voice grew closer, more menacing.One evening, driven by fear, Sarah decided to confront her tormentor. She waited, heart pounding, phone in hand, as the clock struck 3:33. The call came through, but this time, the voice didn’t speak. Instead, there was a long, eerie silence, followed by the sound of heavy breathing.Suddenly, the lights flickered, and shadows danced across the walls. Sarah felt a cold breath on her neck. “I’m already here,” the voice finally hissed, echoing around her room.Panicking, she dashed to the door, but it slammed shut before she could reach it. In a frantic moment, she grabbed her phone to call for help. The screen flickered, displaying one last message: “No one can save you.”As darkness enveloped her, the last thing she heard was the voice, now right beside her, whispering, “Let’s play.”