Last message

The Last Message At 2:13 a.m., Daniel’s phone vibrated on the

nightstand.Unknown number.

"Don’t turn around."

He frowned.

Probably a prank. His apartment was silent except for

the ticking

clock on the wall. He picked up the phone again.

Another message

appeared.

"I’m inside."

Daniel felt a cold wave run down his

spine. He slowly stood up and

looked toward the dark hallway.

Nothing. Just shadows.

"Who is this?"

he typed.

The reply came instantly.

"You left the door unlocked."

His heart

started pounding. Daniel rushed to the front door.

It was locked.

He checked the windows—closed. His phone buzzed again.

"Too

late."

The lights suddenly went out. In the darkness, Daniel

heard a whisper right

behind him:

"Now you can turn around."