The morning began quietly, with the narrator savoring the warmth of their bed. “Everything felt normal, calm, and comforting—until something strange disrupted that peace.”
As their eyes adjusted, they noticed several small, round objects resting neatly on the sheet. At first, they dismissed them as “crumbs, beads, or random debris,” but the arrangement felt deliberate rather than random.
The objects appeared too precise in size and placement to be accidental. This realization turned curiosity into unease, with “a chill running down their spine.”
The sense of intrusion grew stronger. The bed, usually a safe place of rest, now felt invaded. “It wasn’t just the presence of the objects that was unsettling, but the sense that they didn’t belong there.”
Within moments, the morning shifted from peace to dread. What began as a gentle awakening had transformed into a disturbing mystery: what were these objects—and why were they there?
