He stared at the screen after pressing enter.
His fingers were still hovering above the keyboard , frozen,as if afraid to move. The blinking cursr on the chat box felt... Unnatural. It wasn't just blinking--- It was waiting.
Waiting for something.
Or someone.
The room around him was silent.
Too silent.
The faint hum of electricity,the ticking of the clock,even the distant street noise ---it all seemed to fade away, as if the world itself was holding it's breathing.
Seconds passed.
Nothing happened.
He let out a nervous laugh.
"This is stupid... Probably some hacker or prank."
He leaned back slightly in his chair,
Trying to calm himself.
Then---
The screen flickered.
Once.
Twice.
And suddenly---
A message appeared
"You already know me"
His breath hitched.
His heartbeat quickened instantly.
"No...I don't,"he whispered, even before typing.
His fingers moved quickly now.
"Who are you? How are you doing this?"
The reply came almost instantly.
"You knew me... before I dead."
He froze.
Before... I died?
A strange uneasiness crept into his chest.
"This is getting weird..."he muttered.
He tried to think logically.
Someone who died?
Someone he knew?
"No...this is just a trick."
He typed again, slower this time.
"Stop playing games. Tell me your name."
For a few seconds, there was no reply.
The cursor blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then---
"Look behind you."
His entire body stiffened.
His eyes locked onto the words.
A cold feeling crawled up his spine.
He didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
"Not funny...he said under his breath.
But he didn't turn.
Instead,he typed---
"Nice try."
A few seconds of silence followed.
Then suddenly---
The laptop screen went completely black.
"What the---?"
Before he could react, the screen turned on again.
But this time---
It Wasn't the chat window.
It was a video feed.
He leaned closer.
His eyes widened.
It was his room.
His exact room.
From behind.
And in that video---
He was sitting there.
Exactly where he was now.
His heart began to violently.
"No...That's not possible..."
The camera angle was wrong.
It wasn't his laptop camera.
It was... Somewhere behind him.
Very slowly---
He turned his head.
Nothing.
Just his room.
His bed.
His cupboard.
His door.
Everything nothing.
He turned back to the screen.
And froze.
Because in the video---
There was something behind him.
A shadow.
Tall.
Still.
Watching.
He shot up his chair, knocking it back.
"Who's...there?!" He shouted.
Silence.
The shadow on the screen didn't move.
It just... stood there.
Then---
He tilted its head.
Slowly.
Unnaturally.
He trembled back.
"This isn't real... This isn't real..."
The video suddenly disappeared.
The chat window returned.
"You shouldn't have turned."
His hands were shaking uncontrollably now.
He grabbed his phone and trying calling someone.
No signal.
He checked again.
Nothing.
"That's impossible..."
His WiFi was working.
The laptop was online.
But his phone.
Dead---
He slowly looked back at the screen.
A new message appeared.
"You are alone now."
His throat went dry.
"What do you want?" He typed, almost desperately.
This time, the reply took longer.
The cursor blinked again and again.
As if the other side was... thinking.
Then---
"I want you to remembered."
He frowned.
"Remember what?"he whispered.
Another message appeared.
"The night you left me."
His breath's caught.
Something shifted in his mind.
A memory.
Blurred.
Broken.
Rain.
Darkness.
A road.
And someone...
Someone standing there.
"No..." He shook his head. "That's not..."
But the memory didn't stop.
Is grew clearer.
Stronger.
That night...
Months ago.
Heavy rain.
A deserted road.
He was riding his bike, trying to get home quickly.
Then---
He saw her.
A girl.
Standing by the roadside.
Soaked in rain.
Her face pale.
She raised her hand.
Asking for help.
He had slowed down.
For a moment, there eyes met.
There was something strange about her.
Something... unsettling.
Fear had gripped him.
And then---
He drove away.
Leaving her behind.
His breathing became uneven.
"I didn't know..." He whispered.
The chat responded instantly.
" I was dying."
He froze.
"No... I didn't know..."
"I waited."
"For help."
"For you."
His eyes filled with tears.
"I was scared... I thought something was wrong."
The room suddenly felt colder.
His breath Became visible.
The screen flickered again.
And then---
A photo appeared.
Blurry.
Taken in rain.
The girl.
Standing there.
But behind her---
Something else.
He leaned closer.
His heart stopped.
A body.
Lying on the road.
Unmoving.
The image glitched.
Zoomed in.
And now ---
He could see clearly.
The jacket.
The shoes.
The bike.
Everything.
It was him.
He stepped back, horrified.
"No...no...no..."
The chat box typed slowly.
"You never left."
He shook his head violently.
"I did! I remember leaving !"
"No."
"You died."
The room spun.
His ears rang.
And suddenly ---
The memories crashed into him.
A loud horn.
Bright headlights.
A loss of control.
A crash.
Pain.
Darkness.
He gasped.
"I..."
His voice trembled.
"I... Died?"
"Yes."
His knees weakened.
He looked around his room.
Everything suddenly felt... wrong.
Too quiet.
Too still.
Too empty.
The screen changed again.
The video returned.
This time---
The Chair was empty.
He was not there.
His heart dropped.
He slowly raised his trembling hands.
It felt real.
But...
Was it?
"Then... what am I?" He whispered.
The answer appeared.
"You are not alive."
The temperature dropped further.
And then---
He felt it.
A presence.
He slowly turned.
And there---
She stood.
The girl from that night.
Inside his room.
Her wet hair clung to her face.
Her skin pale.
Her eyes empty.
But not angry.
Just...tired.
Broken.
"You..."he whispered.
She stepped closer.
Water dripped from her clothes.
But it looked darker.
Almost like shadows.
"I waited..."she said softly.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
His eyes filled with guilt.
"I'm sorry..."
She looked at him.
Not with rage.
But with sadness.
"You left..."
"I was scared..."he said,his voice breaking.
"So was I..."
Silence filled the room.
The laptop typed on its own.
"Now you remember."
He looked at the screen.
Then back at her.
"What happens now?" he asked.
The girl tilted her head slightly.
"Now...we don't wait alone."
He felt a chill run through him.
"What do you mean?"
The laptop screen flickered.
A new chat window open.
A new user.
A new connection.
And slowly---
A message began to type.
"If you are alive... Then who are you?"
He stared at it.
Realisation hit him.
Hard.
"This...this is what happened to me..."
The girl nodded slightly.
"We were called."
"And now...we call others."
He stepped back.
"No...I don't want this..."
But the screen didn't stop.
The message was sent.
Somewhere.
To someone.
The girl looked at him.
"We don't choose anymore."
The room grew darker.
The screen glowed brighter.
And far away---
In another place---
Someone else received a message.
"If you are alive... Then who are you?"
To be continued.....