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Rain poured over Yangon that October evening, blurring the streetlights outside a small apartment. Inside, Min Thant was preparing a Halloween photo for a Binance Square campaign.
A carved pumpkin sat on his desk. Paper bats decorated the wall, and an orange lamp cast eerie shadows across the room. He positioned his phone so the Binance branding would be clearly visible in the picture.
Everything looked perfect.
He set the camera timer, sat beside the pumpkin, and smiled.
Click.
The photograph looked great. The decorations were clear, the lighting was beautiful, and the overall atmosphere was just spooky enough.
Then he noticed something in the background.
Standing in the dark bedroom doorway behind him was a woman in a long white dress. Her long black hair covered most of her face.
Min Thant turned around.
The doorway was empty.
He checked behind the door and looked inside the bedroom. Nobody was there. He returned to his desk and examined the photograph again.
The woman was still standing in the doorway.
He told himself it must have been a strange shadow. Perhaps the orange lamp had created an optical illusion.
To prove it, he took another photograph.
Click.
This time, the woman was standing beside the cabinet.
Min Thant's smile disappeared.
He hadn't seen anyone move. The room was quiet, and the bedroom door had not made a sound.
He switched on the main light and searched the apartment. He checked the bathroom, the kitchen, and even the small balcony. There was nobody there.
When he returned, his phone vibrated.
It was a message from his friend, Aung Kyaw.
“Who is that woman behind you?”
Min Thant stared at the message.
“What woman?” he replied.
Aung Kyaw sent him a screenshot of the photograph Min Thant had just taken.
“I'm serious. Look at her face.”
Min Thant zoomed in.
The woman was now standing directly behind his chair. Her hair still covered her eyes, but her mouth was visible.
She was smiling.
It was not a normal smile. Her lips stretched too far across her face, revealing a row of unnaturally long teeth.
Min Thant dropped the phone onto the desk.
At that exact moment, the orange lamp flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then the entire room went dark.
He heard a soft scraping sound behind his chair.
Slowly, he reached for his phone. The screen lit up, even though he hadn't touched it.
The camera had opened by itself.
On the screen, Min Thant could see his room. The pumpkin sat on the desk, and the bedroom doorway stood open.
The woman was standing directly behind him.
He spun around.
Nothing.
He looked at the screen again.
She was closer.
Her head tilted to one side, as though she were studying him. Then a message appeared on the screen.
“ONE MORE PHOTO?”
Min Thant tried to close the camera, but the screen wouldn't respond.
A countdown appeared.
Three.
Two.
One.
Click.
A flash of white light filled the room.
Min Thant grabbed his phone and ran toward the front door. His hands trembled as he struggled with the lock. When he finally escaped into the corridor, he didn't stop until he reached a brightly lit shop downstairs.
He stayed there until morning.
At sunrise, he returned to his apartment with Aung Kyaw. Everything looked normal. The pumpkin was still on the desk, the paper bats hung from the wall, and the bedroom was empty.
For a moment, Min Thant wondered whether fear and exhaustion had made him imagine everything.
Then he opened his photo gallery.
The final photograph was waiting for him.
The pumpkin, the decorations, and the phone displaying Binance were all visible. But Min Thant was nowhere in the picture.
His chair was occupied by the woman.
She was facing the camera, her hands resting neatly on her knees.
Her hair no longer covered her face.
She looked exactly like Min Thant.
Beneath the photograph was a timestamp: 3:33 a.m.
But the last picture Min Thant remembered taking had been captured hours earlier.
Aung Kyaw stepped closer and stared at the screen.
“Min Thant,” he whispered. “Who is that?”
Before Min Thant could answer, the phone vibrated again.
A new photograph had appeared.
This time, the woman was standing in the bedroom doorway.
Behind her was an empty chair.
She was smiling at the camera.
And in the reflection of the dark phone screen, a pale hand slowly reached over Min Thant's shoulder.
The apartment lights went out.
The next morning, Aung Kyaw returned to check on his friend.
The front door was unlocked. The room was empty. Min Thant's phone lay beside the pumpkin, its screen still glowing.
The last photograph showed the woman sitting alone at the desk.
On the phone screen, a new message had appeared:
“HAPPY HALLOWEEN.”
And beneath it was a second line.
“WHO'S NEXT?”
🎃👻 What do you think happened to Min Thant? Was the woman a ghost, or something even stranger? Share your theory in the comments!
This is a fictional horror story created for Halloween entertainment.
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