The Silent Room

“There was a room in my grandmother’s house that no one ever entered. It was always locked, and she never spoke of it. One evening, while exploring the dusty old house, I found the key. My curiosity got the best of me.”
As I turned the key and pushed the door open, an eerie silence filled the air. The room was covered in old furniture, draped with white sheets. But as I stepped inside, I heard breathing—deep, slow, and definitely not mine. I froze, my heart racing. Then the sheets started to shift, one by one, as if something underneath was waking up.