The Blue Smoke That Came Out of My Room

🕒 It Started at 3:04 AM

I noticed it the first time around 3 in the morning.

I had just come back from the kitchen with a glass of water when I saw a thin trail of blue smoke slipping out from under my bedroom door. At first, I thought it might be the incense sticks I sometimes forgot to put out. But I hadn’t lit any that night.

The smoke didn’t look normal. It was thick and heavy, like it was dragging itself across the floor. And the color… it wasn’t gray or white like regular smoke. It was blue. A pale, glowing blue — almost like it was alive.

🚪 Something Was Tapping Inside

I opened the door slowly.

Nothing inside was burning. My lamp was still on. My bed untouched. Window closed.

But the room felt wrong. The air was cold, and there was a metallic smell, like rust or blood. I stood there for a few seconds, just staring, trying to understand where the smoke was coming from.

Then I heard something.

It came from the closet. A soft tap tap tap, like fingernails gently hitting the inside of the door.

I froze.

My body didn’t want to move, but I forced myself to walk closer. The sound stopped when I touched the closet handle. Silence. I stood there, hand shaking, for a long moment.

Then I opened it.

Nothing.

Just clothes, boxes, and shadows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

I slept with the lights on that night.

🌫 The Smoke Came Back

The next night, it happened again.

Same time — 3:04 AM.

This time, the smoke was already in the hallway when I woke up. It floated slowly, as if searching for a way out. I followed it down the hall, past the bathroom, all the way to the front door. And then, right before my eyes, it vanished.

No sound. No trace.

But my closet door was open.

👁 I Waited for It

On the third night, I didn’t sleep. I sat in the living room, lights off, just waiting. I kept my phone ready, planning to record whatever came out of that room.

At 2:58, the hallway lights flickered.

At 3:01, the temperature dropped. I could see my breath.

At 3:04, it came again.

The blue smoke curled out of my room, but this time... it wasn’t alone.

😱 There Was Something Inside It

A shape. Tall. Thin. Long fingers. No face. It moved slowly, like it was still waking up. My phone slipped out of my hand. I didn’t even try to pick it up. I just sat there, frozen, as the figure floated past me. It didn’t look at me. It didn’t need to.

I could feel it.

I felt it inside my head.

Like it was searching through my memories, digging through everything I ever tried to forget.

It stopped near the front door.

And then, just like before, it was gone.

🏃‍♂️ I Left, But It Followed

The next morning, I packed a bag and left.

I didn’t tell anyone why. What was I going to say? That I saw a ghost made of smoke? That something without a face stared into my soul?

Nobody would believe me.

But the worst part?

Last night, I stayed at my friend’s place across town.

At 3:04 AM, there was a knock at the door.

When I looked through the peephole… there was smoke on the other side. Blue smoke.

✍️ Author’s Note

Some stories are just stories. Others feel like they’re waiting for the right person to read them… to unlock something.

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