The last mesage
The Last Message I woke up at 3:17 AM to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Unknown Number: “Don’t turn around.” Half asleep, I frowned. Probably a prank. I rubbed my eyes and replied, “Who is this?” The response came instantly. “I’m behind you.” A cold feeling crawled up my spine. I laughed nervously and turned on my lamp. My room was empty—just my desk, my closet, and the half-open door. Another message. “You shouldn’t have done that.” My heart started pounding. I checked the closet. Nothing. Looked under the bed. Nothing. Buzz. “Now I’m closer.” I froze. Slowly, I lifted my phone and switched to the front camera. Behind me, right over my shoulder… something was smiling.
The Last Message I woke up at 3:17 AM to the sound of my phone buzzing on the
nightstand. Unknown Number:
"Don’t turn around."
Half asleep, I frowned. Probably a prank. I rubbed my eyes and
replied,
"Who is this?"
The response came instantly.
"I’m behind you."
A cold feeling crawled up my spine. I laughed nervously and turned on my lamp.
My room was empty—just my desk, my closet, and the half-open door.
Another message.
"You shouldn’t have done that."
My heart started pounding. I checked the closet.
Nothing. Looked under the bed. Nothing. Buzz.
"Now I’m closer."
I froze. Slowly, I lifted my phone and switched to the front camera.
Behind me, right over my shoulder… something was smiling.