It was 2:17 AM.
Riya's phone buzzed suddenly, breaking the silence of her dark room.
Unknown Number.
She hesitated, then opened the message.
"Don't look behind you."
Her heart skipped a beat.
She was alone… wasn't she?
Slowly, she turned her head.
Nothing.
Just her empty room. A chair. A half-open window. Curtains moving slightly in the wind.
She laughed nervously.
"Just a prank…"
Her phone buzzed again.
"I said don't look behind you."
Her fingers froze.
How did they know she looked?
Now her chest felt tight. She quickly typed:
"Who is this?"
The reply came instantly.
"Someone who can see you."
A cold chill ran down her spine.
Riya stood up and checked the door—it was locked. Windows—closed. No one was there.
Buzz.
"Check your wardrobe."
Her breathing grew heavier.
"No… no way…"
She slowly walked toward the wardrobe. Each step felt heavier than the last. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle.
Buzz.
"Don't open it."
She froze.
"What do you want from me?" she whispered.
No reply.
Silence.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
Then—
Buzz.
"Too late."
Suddenly—
KNOCK.
From inside the wardrobe.
Riya jumped back, her phone slipping from her hand.
Another knock.
Louder this time.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Tears filled her eyes. Her voice shook.
"Who's there…?"
No answer.
Only silence again.
And then—
Her phone lit up on the floor.
One last message appeared on the screen:
"Now open it."
To be continued…