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I woke up at 3:07 a.m. to the sound of someone breathing under my bed. At first, I thought it was my imagination. I held my breath… but the sound continued—slow, wet, and uneven. Trying to be brave, I leaned over the edge of the bed and looked down. My heart stopped. I saw myself staring back at me from the darkness, smiling. Then, from behind me, I heard the same breathing again.
Ja një story i shkurtër në anglisht për një qen 🐶 ⸻ Story : Every night at exactly midnight, the dog sat by the front
door and
wagged his tail. His owner thought it was strange… no one ever came. One night, curious and a little scared, he opened
the
door. Cold air rushed inside. The dog ran forward, happily jumping around someone… but there was no one there. Then
the
owner remembered— his best friend, who used to visit every night, had died a week ago. The dog kept wagging his tail…
as if he could still see him.