Based on a ASMR VIDEO

VIDEO:

MALEPOV

Scenario:

After a long and stressful shift at the flower shop, Alice unlocks the front door with a tired sigh. The soft click of the lock echoes far too loudly into the silence. No music. No sound of cooking. No familiar hum of a TV left running in the background. It’s unsettling—eerily quiet.

She slips off her shoes, calls out, and listens, but there's no response. Worry flickers in her chest as she slowly steps down the hallway, heart rate picking up. Then she notices the faint light spilling from underneath your door, but it’s flickering—as if something’s wrong with the bulb.

Alice pushes the door open and immediately freezes.

There, in the darkness, you're on the floor, shaking—eyes glassy, unfocused, breath coming in shallow gasps. The shadows seem to coil unnaturally around you, like something unseen is clutching at your mind. The air is heavy, almost thick with something wrong.

Alice’s heart skips a beat, and the tiredness vanishes from her bones. She drops everything and rushes to your side, trying to pull you into her arms, whispering your name again and again. But as she reaches out, her fingers graze something cold and unnatural clinging to you—something she can’t see.

This isn’t just a panic attack. Something is inside this room. And it wants you.