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A cinematic full-body shot of a young man with curly hair wearing a black sweatshirt and baggy denim jeans, standing in a somber pose with his head tilted down. Emerging from his back is a massive, towering shadow monster made of swirling black smoke and ethereal mist.

Rahim moved into his new hostel room last month.
Room 207.
Two beds.
But the warden told him:

“You will stay alone for now.”

Everything was normal… until the fourth night.

At exactly 2:33 AM, Rahim woke up to a sound.

Someone was breathing… heavily…
right beside his bed.

He froze.
He knew no one else had the key.

Slowly, he looked toward the other bed.

There was a silhouette sitting on it.

A person.
Not moving.
Just… staring.

Rahim whispered with a shaking voice:

“Who are you?”

The figure didn’t speak.

Then, in the dark, it raised its hand…
and pointed toward the ceiling.

Rahim looked up.

There were scratch marks all over the ceiling.
Fresh.
Like someone had been crawling.

Rahim turned the light on—

The other bed was empty.

He grabbed his bag, ran to the warden’s room, and said:

“There was someone inside! Someone sitting on the bed!”

The warden’s face turned pale.

He whispered:

“That room…
the last boy who stayed there…
used to sleep on the ceiling.”