📩 Unknown Number:
"Good girl."
Aanya's fingers tightened around her phone.
Her jaw clenched.
"Okay… that's it."
Fear?
Still there.
But now—
Anger was stronger.
💬 "Don't call me that."
Seen.
Typing…
Stopped.
Typing again…
📩 Unknown Number:
"Then don't listen so easily."
Aanya rolled her eyes, even though her heart was still racing.
"Oh wow. Now you're giving attitude too?"
She got up from her bed and started pacing.
"Who even talks like this? 'Good girl'—seriously??"
💬 "Listen, whoever you are, this is NOT funny."
📩 Reply:
"You're still replying."
She froze for a second.
"…ugh."
"Why is he right 😭"
💬 "Because I want to know who you are."
Pause.
Longer this time.
The typing dots appeared.
Disappeared.
Came back again.
📩 Unknown Number:
"Curiosity is dangerous."
Aanya smirked slightly.
"Good. I like dangerous."
💬 "Then you shouldn't have texted me."
A second passed.
Then—
📩
"Maybe I wanted you to reply."
Her heartbeat skipped.
Just slightly.
"…what?"
She sat back on her bed.
Now this didn't feel like just a prank.
This felt—
Personal.
💬 "Why me?"
This time, no instant reply.
Seconds passed.
Then minutes.
Aanya kept staring at the screen.
"Don't do this typing-stop-typing drama again please 😭"
Finally—
📩 Unknown Number:
"Because you notice things others don't."
Aanya blinked.
"…huh?"
💬 "I don't even notice my homework, what are you saying 😭"
There was a pause.
Then—
📩
"You noticed the call glitch."
📩
"You noticed the silence."
📩
"You noticed me."
Her smile faded.
"How…?"
💬 "Who are you??"
📩
"Someone who's been watching."
Aanya stood up again instantly.
"NOPE."
She walked to the door.
Locked it.
Checked it twice.
"Watching?? Watching WHERE???"
She turned around quickly.
Scanning her room.
Bed.
Table.
Mirror.
Window.
Everything normal.
Too normal.
💬 "If you're watching, say where I am right now."
She folded her arms.
"Let's see."
Typing…
📩
"You're pretending to be brave."
Aanya scoffed.
"Wrong answer."
📩
"But your hands are shaking."
She looked at her hands.
They were.
"…okay, that's creepy."
💬 "Lucky guess."
📩
"Turn around."
Her heart stopped.
"Not again…"
This time, she didn't turn.
"No. I'm not falling for this."
📩
"Smart."
Aanya smirked.
"Finally some appreciation."
📩
"But you still will."
Before she could react—
Knock knock.
Aanya jumped.
"What the—"
She stared at the door.
Frozen.
"Who is it?" she asked cautiously.
Silence.
📩 Unknown Number:
"Open it."
Her breath hitched.
"No way."
💬 "You're outside??"
No reply.
Knock knock.
This time louder.
Aanya slowly walked toward the door.
Every step felt heavy.
Her heart pounding in her ears.
"Riya??" she called.
No answer.
She reached the handle.
Paused.
"Okay if I die, I'm haunting everyone," she muttered.
She opened the door.
And—
Nothing.
Empty hallway.
Silent.
Aanya blinked.
"Seriously???"
She stepped outside.
Looked left.
Right.
No one.
"Congratulations, Aanya. You're officially scared for no reason 🤡"
She turned back—
📩 Unknown Number:
"Not bad."
She froze mid-step.
💬 "STOP THIS."
📩
"Relax. You're safe."
"Does this look like safe?? 😭"
💬 "Then what do you want??"
Pause.
Long one.
Then—
📩
"Tomorrow."
Aanya frowned.
"What about tomorrow?"
📩
"You'll meet me."
Her heart skipped again.
💬 "NO."
Instant reply—
📩
"You already agreed."
"What?? When??"
📩
"The moment you replied."
Aanya stared at the screen.
Speechless.
💬 "I'm not meeting a stranger."
📩
"You know me."
Her mind raced.
Faces flashed again.
Classmates.
Neighbors.
Teachers.
"Who??"
💬 "Say the name."
No reply.
📩
"Figure it out."
Aanya groaned.
"I hate puzzles 😭"
📩
"No, you don't."
She paused.
"…okay true."
A small smile appeared.
Despite everything.
"Why am I enjoying this??"
📩
"Sleep now."
💬 "Bossy much?"
📩
"Very."
She rolled her eyes.
💬 "And what if I don't?"
Pause.
Then—
📩
"Then I'll come say goodnight personally."
Aanya's smile disappeared instantly.
"NO THANK YOU."
💬 "GOODNIGHT."
📩
"Good girl."
She threw her phone on the bed.
"HE SAID IT AGAIN 😭"
But this time…
Her fear was mixed with something else.
Curiosity.
Excitement.
And a tiny…
very tiny…
unknown feeling.
She lay down.
Staring at the ceiling.
Thinking.
"Do I really know him?"
"Who could it be?"
"And why does he sound so… confident?"
Her phone buzzed one last time.
📩 Unknown Number:
"Wear something nice tomorrow."
Her eyes widened.
📩
"You'll want to make a good impression."
Her heart raced.
"…what kind of psycho gives fashion advice at midnight??"
But still—
A small smile appeared on her face.
Because for the first time…
She wasn't just scared.
She was curious.
And somewhere…
Someone smiled at their screen.
Because everything…
was going exactly as planned.