My phone buzzed once a single tone.
A text from me, but not my own.
Don’t turn the key. Don’t step inside.
Sent at 3:07… the exact time I died.
I stood there shaking, staring wild.
At the glowing screen, at those words piled.
My hands were numb, my breath too thin.
Because I’d sent this… from within.
The house was dark. The door was locked.
No footprints fresh, no bell had knocked.
Yet as I watched, another came.
They are in the walls. They know your name.
My reflection blinked just once, just slow.
In the blackened glass. I turned to go.
Then my phone lit up a final time.
Too late. You’re already mine.
"Then my phone died... but the typing didn’t stop."
About the Creator
Syed Umar
"Author | Creative Writer
I craft heartfelt stories and thought-provoking articles from emotional romance and real-life reflections to fiction that lingers in the soul. Writing isn’t just my passion it’s how I connect, heal, and inspire.
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There is always a moment — small, quiet, almost forgettable — when the spark stops being a warning and becomes a state. It never looks like a turning point from the outside. It’s not a dramatic shift. It’s not a cinematic beat. It’s a subtle internal click, a recalibration so slight that only someone who has lived this cycle as many times as I have would recognize it.
By Elisa Wontorcik2 days ago in Poets
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