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I never told people why I became depressed. I just started disappearing. At first, it was little things. I stopped answering texts. Stopped going out. Stopped listening to music. I started sleeping through alarms and missing class. I’d sit on my bed for hours, staring at my phone without opening anything. People asked if I was okay. I always said yes. Then life started piling up. My grades dropped. My friends stopped inviting me places. My family thought I was angry with them. I wasn’t. I just didn’t have the energy to explain what was happening inside my head. Some days, even showering felt like a chore. Then I started noticing something strange. Every night, after I turned my bedroom light off, I could hear footsteps. Slow footsteps. From the door. To my desk. Then back again. I blamed the house. Old floors. Pipes. Anything that made it easier to ignore. One night, my phone vibrated. Unknown number. You haven’t left your room today. I stared at it. Another message appeared. I know. I checked my window. Locked. I checked the hallway. Empty. I blocked the number. The next night, it happened again. You didn’t eat dinner. I looked at the plate beside my bed. I hadn’t told anyone. Then another message appeared. You should probably open your curtains. I didn’t. The footsteps started again. This time, they stopped beside my bed. I couldn’t see anything. But I could hear breathing. I turned on my phone flashlight. Nothing. Then my phone vibrated. Don’t look under the bed. I froze. I hadn’t been thinking about looking under the bed. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I stayed completely still. Then something underneath me whispered, “I’m glad you’re still here.” I didn’t sleep. The next morning, I told my best friend. They came over immediately. We searched my room. Nothing. No hidden phone. No person. No explanation. My friend sat beside me and asked, “How long have you felt like this?” I started crying. Not because they said anything cruel. Because nobody had asked me that before. I finally told someone the truth. I talked to a counselor. Started answering texts. Started leaving my room again. Slowly. The messages stopped. So did the footsteps. For months, everything was quiet. Then one night, my phone vibrated. One message. No number. No name. You don’t need me anymore. I looked toward my closet. The door was open. There were no footsteps. No breathing. Nothing. Just silence. I almost felt relieved. Then I noticed something on my desk. A piece of paper. I hadn’t put it there. Four words were written across it. I kept you company. I turned around. Nobody was there. My phone vibrated again. Now keep yourself company. I haven’t heard the footsteps since. But sometimes, when I get really low again, I hear one knock from inside my closet. Just one. And somehow, I always feel like it’s checking whether I’m still here. #scary #scarystories #creepystorytime #captionstory #sadstory

I never told people why I became depressed. I just started disappearing. At first, it was little things. I stopped answering texts. Stopped going out. Stopped listening to music. I started sleeping through alarms and missing class. I’d sit on my bed for hours, staring at my phone without opening anything. People asked if I was okay. I always said yes. Then life started piling up. My grades dropped. My friends stopped inviting me places. My family thought I was angry with them. I wasn’t. I just didn’t have the energy to explain what was happening inside my head. Some days, even showering felt like a chore. Then I started noticing something strange. Every night, after I turned my bedroom light off, I could hear footsteps. Slow footsteps. From the door. To my desk. Then back again. I blamed the house. Old floors. Pipes. Anything that made it easier to ignore. One night, my phone vibrated. Unknown number. You haven’t left your room today. I stared at it. Another message appeared. I know. I checked my window. Locked. I checked the hallway. Empty. I blocked the number. The next night, it happened again. You didn’t eat dinner. I looked at the plate beside my bed. I hadn’t told anyone. Then another message appeared. You should probably open your curtains. I didn’t. The footsteps started again. This time, they stopped beside my bed. I couldn’t see anything. But I could hear breathing. I turned on my phone flashlight. Nothing. Then my phone vibrated. Don’t look under the bed. I froze. I hadn’t been thinking about looking under the bed. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I stayed completely still. Then something underneath me whispered, “I’m glad you’re still here.” I didn’t sleep. The next morning, I told my best friend. They came over immediately. We searched my room. Nothing. No hidden phone. No person. No explanation. My friend sat beside me and asked, “How long have you felt like this?” I started crying. Not because they said anything cruel. Because nobody had asked me that before. I finally told someone the truth. I talked to a counselor. Started answering texts. Started leaving my room again. Slowly. The messages stopped. So did the footsteps. For months, everything was quiet. Then one night, my phone vibrated. One message. No number. No name. You don’t need me anymore. I looked toward my closet. The door was open. There were no footsteps. No breathing. Nothing. Just silence. I almost felt relieved. Then I noticed something on my desk. A piece of paper. I hadn’t put it there. Four words were written across it. I kept you company. I turned around. Nobody was there. My phone vibrated again. Now keep yourself company. I haven’t heard the footsteps since. But sometimes, when I get really low again, I hear one knock from inside my closet. Just one. And somehow, I always feel like it’s checking whether I’m still here. #scary #scarystories #creepystorytime #captionstory #sadstory

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