It was around 2 AM.
The room was silent… except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan. His eyes were heavy with sleep, and everything felt slow.
Then—
Vrrrr… Vrrrr…
His phone vibrated.
Half-asleep, he glanced at the screen.
Unknown Number.
"Who even texts at this hour…" he muttered, turning away.
But then it vibrated again.
This time… louder.
Something felt off.
He slowly picked up the phone and opened the message.
Three words appeared on the screen—
"I am dead."
For a second… everything stopped.
His breath caught.
"What the hell…?" he whispered.
He checked the number again.
Not saved.
No profile picture.
No status.
It felt like the sender… didn't exist.
He frowned.
"Just a stupid prank…"
He was about to ignore it—
Vrrrr…
Another message.
He opened it instantly.
"But the truth is still alive."
His fingers went cold.
His heartbeat started rising.
There was something… strangely familiar about that line.
And then—
A memory flashed in his mind.
Yesterday's news.
A girl had died.
An accident, they said.
He quickly unlocked his phone and searched for the news again.
Same name. Same face.
His grip tightened.
"This… this isn't possible."
He immediately typed—
"Who are you?"
Sent.
No reply.
Not even seen.
The silence in the room felt heavier now.
The sound of the fan… almost disturbing.
His mind filled with questions.
Then—
Vrrrr…
A third message.
This time… an image.
He hesitated.
Then tapped it open.
The image slowly loaded…
And when it cleared—
His heart skipped a beat.
It was a photo of an old diary.
The edges looked slightly burned… as if someone had tried to destroy it.
The first page was open.
Written in messy handwriting—
"If something happens to me… find him."
His eyes moved down.
And his entire body froze.
At the bottom—
👉 His name.
The phone almost slipped from his hand.
"How… how is this possible…?" 😨
"She doesn't even know me…"
His breathing turned uneven.
His thoughts spiraled out of control.
Then—
Vrrrr…
Another vibration.
His hands trembled as he opened it.
The last message.
"Only you can reach the truth."
He immediately tried to call the number.
Ringing…
And then—
Call failed.
He tried again—
👉 Number does not exist.
The screen slowly dimmed.
And then—
Black.
The darkness in the room felt heavier than ever.
That night… sleep never came.
And one thing became clear—
👉 This was not a prank.
[But she was Dead
Then who was sending him messages?]
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