Transcript (en)

I need to stop listening to these scary stories before bed. From the closet, a figure emerged. A man with a twisted, crooked smile. Her heart skipped. Every muscle frozen as she watched him draw closer. What's wrong with this stupid phone? His smile never wavering. His eyes wide, unblinking. And then he was on her. His cold hands wrapped around her, and he dragged her into the darkness of the closet. Her screams faded into the darkness, and all that was left was an empty room. Poor Rachel's never seen again.