The clock on Ava Sinclair's wall read 2:47 AM.
She ran a hand through her hair, staring at the open case file in front of her.
[Nathan Cole. Age 27. Found dead yesterday. Stab wounds, no forced entry. The case should have been straightforward, but something felt off.]
".....Oh well , I'm Ava I'll make sure it pops up again"
The apartment was quiet, except for the distant hum of streetlights.
Then her phone rang.
Ava flinched. Unknown Caller.
Her instincts screamed at her to ignore it, but she had spent years chasing the truth. She never ignored a call.
She answered. "Detective Sinclair."
"...qfshvdkejb.....ahhhhhh..."
A faint breath crackled through the speaker. Then—
"Ava…"
She sat up straight, heart pounding. The voice was familiar. Too familiar.
Ava
"....is.....it...Nathan Cole!?!?!"
UnknownCaller
"...shhhhh..You're next"
"Run...."
Ava
"What?!?!"
Unknown
"Shhh...It's there..."
Ava's pulse spiked. She swallowed hard, her eyes darting toward the door. Was something… watching her?
Ava's grip tightened around the phone. "What the hell does that mean? Who's doing this?"
A pause. Then, lower, almost a whisper—
"Run."
Click. The call disconnected.
Ava stared at the screen. No call log. No record of the number.
The file crumbled down the table.
Her breath came fast now. She reached for the case file, flipping through it until she found what she dreaded. The coroner's report.
[Nathan Cole. Deceased. Time of death: 2:47 AM.]
Ava
"This wasn't possible. This was a mistake. Or worse...this was real!!"
The exact moment her phone rang.
The phone vibrated again.
Another Unknown Caller.
The screen flickered once. Then twice.
A sharp creak—not from her phone. From the hallway.
She felt a cheap thrill in the atmosphere, it's cold , rigid but still cheap.
"...Ava....Ava.....ahhhhhh.....Ava!!!" Hallway echoed.
A faint chill crawled down her spine. Then—floorboards creaked, just beyond the doorway.
Ava turned her head.
The shadows.....shifted.
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