AI Horror Story with Unreliable Narrator Generator

The screen glowed blue in the dim room, casting jagged shadows on peeling wallpaper. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, pulse steady. 'Just a fun experiment,' I muttered, typing the prompt.

Words flooded the page: *I sit alone, screen blue against peeling walls. Pulse steady. 'Just a fun experiment,' I type.* Exact match. Coincidence—apps pull from common phrases. I scrolled down.

*Footsteps echo in the hall outside. Soft, like bare feet on wood. Mine? No, I'm seated.* The floorboards didn't creak. Never had. But a faint scrape brushed my ears, gone when I froze.

I glanced at the door, knob dull under the desk lamp's yellow haze. Locked, as always. The story continued: *Knob turns slow, brass cold. Locked? No matter.* A click—imagined? My throat tightened, breath shallow.

*Visitor smiles from the threshold, face half-lit. Familiar eyes, but wrong.* No one there. Empty hall, stale air thick with dust motes dancing. I rubbed my temples; late nights blurred senses.

Phone buzzed—unknown number. *Voice on line: 'Missed you.' Not mine calling myself.* I silenced it, hands clammy. The text updated: *Silences phone. Hands clammy. But the voice lingers inside.*

Sweat beaded on my neck, room shrinking. *Steps closer now. 'Everything's fine,' I tell myself.* Fine? The figure in the story mirrored me—every denial, every shiver. Who wrote this?

Screen flickered. *You did. Or did I?* The cursor blinked, waiting.