It’s late at night. As you lie in bed, ready to fall asleep, the old book beside your pillow quietly opens, and eerie little stories begin to follow you like shadows. There’s the girl who sees a stranger’s face in the mirror while brushing her hair at midnight, the mysterious visitor who knocks on the door every night at three, and the “friend” hiding in the back of the closet who imitates your breathing... Each story is short and sharp, yet sends a chill through the darkness. They are whispers before sleep, preludes to dreams, leading you into one strange world after another, each both familiar and unfamiliar.
