Ivory woke with a start, her breath shallow and fast, eyes darting around her dimly lit bedroom. The clock read 3:33 AM—an odd hour that felt heavier than usual, like it belonged to another world. For the past few nights, she’d been waking at this time, her dreams slipping through her fingers as soon as she opened her eyes. At first, she thought it was just stress—school, her endless parties, the never-ending demands of her popularity. But lately, it was more than that. The shadows in the corners of her room felt…wrong. Alive. Her room was the picture of perfection—pristine, filled with soft pinks and golds, the kind of place you’d expect a queen bee to sleep. Yet, tonight, it felt suffocating, almost claustrophobic. She stared at the vanity mirror, expecting to see only her flawless reflection, but instead, something darker lingered in the glass. It flickered for a second—a fleeting glimpse of someone else’s face. Ivory blinked hard, and when she opened her eyes again, the image was gone. She shook her head. But she heard noises…

who’s there…?!