The last message

It was a normal day for Jake, a freelance writer who worked from home. He was busy typing away on his laptop, trying to meet his deadline for an article. He didn't notice the notification pop up on his phone, until it buzzed again.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from his girlfriend, Anna. She had gone out with her friends for a movie night, and he was supposed to pick her up later. He opened the message and read:

"Hey babe, I'm having so much fun. The movie is great. Can't wait to see you later. Love you."

He smiled and typed back:

"Love you too. Have fun. Text me when it's over."

He put his phone down and resumed his work. He didn't hear it buzz again for a while.

He finished his article and checked the time. It was almost 10 pm. He wondered if Anna's movie was over yet. He picked up his phone and saw that he had another message from her. He opened it and read:

"Help me."

He felt a surge of panic. He quickly typed back:

"What's wrong? Where are you?"

He waited for a reply, but none came. He tried calling her, but it went straight to voicemail. He checked her location on his phone, but it showed that she was still at the theater.

He grabbed his keys and ran out of the house. He drove as fast as he could to the theater, hoping that it was just a prank or a misunderstanding.

He arrived at the theater and parked his car. He ran inside and looked around for Anna. He didn't see her or any of her friends. He asked the staff if they had seen her, but they said they hadn't.

He felt a cold sweat on his forehead. He checked his phone again and saw that he had another message from Anna. He opened it and read:

"I'm sorry."

He felt a chill run down his spine. He typed back:

"Sorry for what? Anna, please tell me what's going on."

He waited for a reply, but none came. He tried calling her again, but it went straight to voicemail.

He checked her location again, but it showed that she was still at the theater.

He ran out of the theater and looked around for her car. He didn't see it anywhere.

He checked his phone again and saw that he had another message from Anna.

He opened it and read:

"Goodbye."

He felt a wave of dread wash over him.

He typed back:

"Anna, please don't do this. I love you."

He waited for a reply, but none came.

He tried calling her one last time, but it went straight to voicemail.

He checked her location one last time, but it showed that she was still at the theater.

He screamed in frustration and fear.

He didn't know what to do.

He didn't know where she was.

He didn't know what had happened to her.

He didn't know that she was already dead.