The Cold Spot in My Room

April 17, 2026

by Maudie

1 min read

Story Premise 1 min read (150 words)

"I am thirteen and I know what people will say. They will say I am dreaming or making it up. But I am not. I do not believe in spirits, but something is here with me, only inside our apartment. I feel it most in my bedroom. A sudden coolness fills the air and I […]"

I am thirteen and I know what people will say. They will say I am dreaming or making it up. But I am not. I do not believe in spirits, but something is here with me, only inside our apartment.

I feel it most in my bedroom. A sudden coolness fills the air and I know I am not alone. My skin gets goosebumps and a deep chill runs through my arm or my leg, as if a patch of winter has settled on me.

It started last month. Now, at night, I hear soft sounds from my bookshelf. The little model car on the top shelf will sometimes rock back and forth when nothing is near it. Last Tuesday, I woke up because I heard a faint tapping on the window glass. I looked, but there was nothing outside. Then the cold feeling came, and I started to shake.

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