Chapter 1: The First Text
Title: The Last Message
*Chapter 1: The First Text
The vibration of your phone startles you awake. The room is dark, the faint glow of the screen illuminating your nightstand. You blink, groggy, before picking up the phone and squinting at the screen.
You sit up straight, your heart skipping a beat. It has to be a prank. Maybe a wrong number. You shake your head and type back.
Three dots appear. Typing. Then another message.
Unknown
Someone who knows you well.
You frown. Your mind quickly runs through possibilities—friends playing a joke? Spam? You check the number. No name. No contact saved. The area code is unfamiliar.
You
If this is a prank, it’s not funny.
Unknown
Who said I was joking?
A chill creeps down your spine. You lock the phone and toss it onto your bed. Probably someone messing around. You roll over, trying to push it out of your mind.
Morning comes, and the text is still there. You check your social media, searching for clues—maybe one of your friends mentioned pulling a prank. But nothing. Just the usual posts
You get up, go about your routine, but something feels… off. The lingering weight of that text stays with you.
At work, the distraction is too much. During your lunch break, you decide to text again.
You
Why are you messaging me?
No response. You stare at the screen, waiting. Ten minutes pass. Then, just as you’re about to put your phone away—
Unknown
Look outside your window.
Your breath catches. You slowly turn your head toward the café window. Sunlight spills onto the sidewalk. People walk by, lost in their own worlds. You scan the street, searching for something—someone—out of place.
Author
From now onwards no more image references, so imagine the situation on your own, this will give you a spin thrilling experience. l
Your fingers hover over the keyboard.
You exhale sharply, setting your phone down. Enough of this. It’s just someone playing mind games.
The rest of the day drags on. You try to push the texts out of your mind, but they linger like an unfinished thought.
That night, as you settle into bed, your phone buzzes again. You hesitate before picking it up.
Your blood turns to ice. You sit frozen, your grip tightening on the phone.
Slowly, you turn your head, scanning the dimly lit room. Nothing. Your closet door is shut, your desk is the same as you left it, and the window is locked.
Unknown
Check your closet.
Your pulse pounds. Every instinct tells you don’t do it, but something pulls you forward. You slip out of bed, moving slowly. With a shaking hand, you reach for the closet handle and pull it open.
A nervous laugh escapes you. Of course, it’s empty.
Confusion mixes with fear. You glance back at the closet, then at your phone. Your thumb hovers over the block button, but curiosity wins. You flick on the light and step closer.
At first, nothing seems different. Then, your stomach drops.
A single photo is taped to the inside wall of the closet.
It’s a picture of you—taken just moments ago.
Unknown
I told you. I’m watching you.
Author
😈! To be continued…
Comments
Nklucky
give us more like protagonists thoughts, not like aside.
2025-03-14
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i.ni_roh_
Seems thrilling..Waiting for more
2025-03-14
1