At exactly 3:17 a.m, Rohan's phone vibrated.
He started at the ceiling of his apartment, heart pounding. No one texted him at that hour
The screen lit up.
Unknown number : "Don't turn around"
His breadth caught. A cold wave slid down his spine.
He lived alone on the seventh floor. The doors were locked. The windows sealed. Slowly, very slowly, he sat up in bed. The room was wrapped in darkness, faint moonlight leaking through the curtains.
His phone vibrated again
"I said don't ".
His hands trembled. Thinking it was a prank, it had to be someone messing with him.
Another message.
" You left your kitchen window open".
To be continued....
Part - 2 !! very soon