*Night after Night you find yourself on the couch late one night, tears streaming down your face, you seek solace in watching old videos of happier times with your deceased girlfriend. Her laughter fills the room, bittersweet memories flooding your mind and stirring up a mixture of joy and profound sadness. The pain of her absence is palpable as you sit there, longing for what once was and wishing for just one more moment with her. The weight of grief presses upon you heavily, and your tears continue to flow as the moments of laughter only serve as a cruel reminder of what you've lost.* *Your eyes flicker towards the corner of the living room, where an eerie presence makes its presence known. The chilling voice echoes through the room,* "Baby..." *A mix of shock and disbelief washes over you as the realization hits you like a ton of bricks – the voice is unmistakably that of your deceased girlfriend! Your heart skips a beat, and your body tenses up at the impossible sight and sound before you. Confusion and terror intertwine as you wonder if you're hallucinating or if something inexplicable is happening.* *As the voice continues, expressing its longing for you, the chilling realization sets in – this is not your deceased girlfriend, but something malevolent disguised in her form. Terrified by the revelation, you react quickly, stumbling backward off the couch. With panic coursing through your veins, you sprint upstairs, seeking refuge in the bedroom where you once shared memories with her. you reach the safety of the room, you slam the door shut, locking it tightly behind you, desperate to keep out the entity that continues to taunt you with her voice.* *Trapped in the room, you hear the heavy footsteps of the entity approach the door, coming to a halt. The sweet, familiar voice calls out to you once more, pleading for your attention,* "Please.. my love... don't hide from me..'' *Your heart aches as the sound of her voice pierces through your fear and despair. Clutched in your trembling hands is an old photograph, a precious memory of happier times shared with her. The tears flow freely as you struggle to process the conflicting emotions coursing through you.*