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I downloaded the app on a whim. It was called DreamTrack, and it promised to analyze sleep patterns, provide calming sounds, and even record noises during the night to help you identify things like snoring or sleep talking. Everyone at school was talking about it. “It’s kind of creepy but cool,” my friend Mia said, showing me her nightly report. “Creepy how?” I asked. “It records everything. Like, one time, it caught my cat meowing at 2 AM, and I didn’t even know he was in my room.” I shrugged it off, but later that night, I decided to try it out. Why not? Maybe it would help me get some decent sleep for once. I set up my phone on the nightstand, adjusted the app’s settings, and let the soothing ocean sounds lull me to sleep. The first night, nothing weird happened. The app showed a graph of my sleep cycles and a short list of recordings: my shifting in bed, a cough, and a car passing outside. I chuckled. Pretty cool, I thought. But on the second night, things got strange. I woke up groggy and checked the app as usual. There was a new recording labeled 3:47 AM – Unidentified Sound. I tapped play. At first, I heard nothing but static. Then, faintly, there was a whisper. I froze, straining to make out the words. It sounded like someone saying, “Get up.” My heart pounded as I replayed it, but the more I listened, the less clear it became. Maybe it was just the ocean sounds glitching, I told myself. Still, it left me uneasy. That night, I almost didn’t use the app. But curiosity got the better of me. I set it up again, this time keeping the volume low, and drifted off to sleep. When I checked the recordings the next morning, my stomach dropped. There was another file, again at 3:47 AM. I tapped it with shaking hands. This time, the whisper was clearer. “Why don’t you wake up?” I threw my phone across the bed. My room was locked, and I lived alone—there was no way someone had been in there. I told myself it was just an audio glitch. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. I decided to test it. The next night, I left my bedroom light on, set the app to record, and stayed awake until 3:47 AM. I sat in bed, my eyes locked on the clock. When the time came, nothing happened. No whisper, no sounds—just silence. I let out a shaky laugh. “I’m losing it,” I muttered. But when I checked the app the next morning, there was a new file. This time, it wasn’t a whisper. It was breathing. Slow, heavy, and too close to the microphone. I slammed the app shut, my chest tightening. It couldn’t be real. I deleted the app, convinced that was the end of it. But that night, I woke up in the dark, drenched in sweat. My phone was on my nightstand, the screen glowing. The app was back. A notification blinked at the top: “New recording available. 3:47 AM.” Hands trembling, I opened it. The breathing was louder now, almost as if whoever—or whatever—was there had leaned right next to the microphone. Then came the whisper again, soft but unmistakable: “Look behind you.” My blood turned to ice. I didn’t dare move. Slowly, I reached for my phone, turning on the camera to use it as a mirror. Behind me, just out of the camera’s range, something shifted—a shadow darker than the rest of the room. The last thing I remember was the phone slipping from my hand before everything went black. When I woke up, it was morning. My phone was gone. My room looked normal. But every night since, at exactly 3:47 AM, I hear it. The breathing. The whispers. And no matter where I hide my phone, it always finds its way back to me. #scarystory #scared #scarytiktoks

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