Ghostfreakxx

“That’s impossible,” Leo whispered. “There’s no camera in my closet.”

Maya woke at 3:00 AM to find him sitting on her dresser, legs dangling. He pointed one pale finger at her phone—which had somehow opened the GhostFreakXX stream. The rocking chair was empty. But the chat was typing in unison: “He’s with Maya now.” GhostFreakXX

It began as a dare, which is how most bad ideas start. “That’s impossible,” Leo whispered