The Ghost Hunter’s Worst Fear
Ethan had spent ten years hunting ghosts, but he had never been afraid of the dead. His fear was simple: discovering something that wanted him alive.
One stormy night, Ethan entered an abandoned hospital where several visitors had mysteriously disappeared. His camera began recording strange whispers from the empty corridors.
“Ethan… leave.”
He ignored them.
On the third floor, he found a room with hundreds of photographs covering the walls. Every photograph showed Ethan sleeping in his bedroom.
His hands trembled.
Suddenly, the hospital lights went out.
A cold breath touched his neck.
Ethan turned around. Nobody was there.
Then his camera screen turned on by itself. It showed live footage of Ethan standing in the room—but behind him stood a tall, shadowy figure.
Ethan spun around.
Nothing.
The figure appeared closer on the screen.
Then closer.
Then it whispered through the camera, “You finally found me.”
The door slammed shut.
Ethan screamed and tried to escape, but the walls began changing. The hospital disappeared, replaced by his own bedroom.
He saw himself sleeping on the bed.
The shadow leaned over his sleeping body.
Ethan realized the truth: the ghost was not haunting the hospital.
It had been haunting him all along.
And tonight, it finally wanted to wake him.
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