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Emmalee Meyers

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2026

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you heard me

Each morning I used to tell my mother that there was someone standing outside my bedroom window. Each morning she would say the exact same thing. “There’s nobody there.” I gave up arguing eventually. Not since she was correct, but because the person outside began waving. To begin with, it was only a shadow—a person standing opposite down the street under the old streetlamp, remaining perfectly still. I never managed to see their face and, every time I pointed them out, my mother would look through the window and say that I was seeing things....

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the last message

The first message reached us at 2:13 a.m. I was in bed, looking up at the ceiling, when my phone gave a buzz next to me. I almost ignored it. Almost. I reached for it because of the sound. The screen lit up. Unknown Number: Is it still night? I frowned. Who's going to be texting me at two in the morning? I typed back. Me: Who is this? The reply came immediately. The number is unknown: a person who requires your assistance. I sat up. The room was dark apart from the blue light coming from my phone; the rain was tapping on the window and the o...

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the girl who knew my name

The first time I saw the girl, it was 11:43 p.m. on a Tuesday. I was sitting at my desk, pretending to do homework while secretly watching videos on my phone. My parents had already gone to bed, and the whole house was quiet except for the sound of rain against my window. I looked outside. A girl was standing across the street. She wore a yellow raincoat, even though it wasn't raining that hard. Her hair covered most of her face, and she stood completely still beneath the streetlight. I leaned closer to the glass. “Who’s there?” I whispered....

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