đź“– Chapter 6: The Truth Behind Midnight
The night felt… wrong.
Too quiet.
Too still.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, a strange uneasiness wrapped around her chest.
She stood near the window, staring into the darkness outside.
The streetlights flickered once… then again.
Something was coming.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
Her fingers trembled before she opened the message.
"Stop digging the past… or you'll disappear before midnight."
Her breath hitched.
"Who is this?" she whispered, but the silence gave no answer.
Suddenly—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
She froze.
It was too late for anyone to visit.
Slowly… carefully… she walked toward the door.
Another knock. Louder this time.
"Open the door," a deep voice said from outside.
Her heart raced.
That voice…
She knew it.
But it couldn't be him.
Not after what happened.
She stepped back. "Go away."
Silence.
For a moment, she thought it was over.
Then—
The door handle moved.
Locked.
But someone was trying to open it.
Panic surged through her veins.
"Leave me alone!" she shouted.
The movement stopped.
A few seconds passed.
And then—
"You're already in this, whether you like it or not."
Her eyes widened.
That voice…
It was him.
The one she promised to never trust again.
Before she could react, her phone buzzed again.
Another message.
This time, a photo.
Her hands shook as she opened it—
And her blood ran cold.
It was a picture of her house… taken just seconds ago.
From outside.
Which meant—
He was still there.
Watching.
Waiting.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
"What do you want from me…" she whispered.
No reply.
Only silence.
But deep inside, she knew one thing
—
This was just the beginning.
And before midnight…
Everything was going to change.