The Last Message
At exactly 2:17 a.m., Aarav's phone vibrated.
Unknown Number: "Don't turn around."
Aarav's breath froze. He was alone in his room—or so he thought. The ceiling fan hummed softly, and the power was out. Darkness pressed against the walls.
He slowly typed: "Who is this?"
Three dots appeared. Then another message came.
"I'm standing right behind you."
His heart pounded. Aarav gathered courage and spun around.
Nothing.
Just his chair. His bed. His half-open window moving slightly with the wind.
He laughed nervously. "Some stupid prank," he whispered.
Then his phone buzzed again.
The Last Message – Part 2
Aarav wiped the mirror with his sleeve.
The words were still there.
I AM STILL HERE
His reflection looked normal again, but something felt… wrong. The room felt heavier, like the air itself was watching him.
He grabbed his phone. No signal. No battery percentage. Just one new notification.
Unknown Number: "You saw me."
Aarav typed with shaking fingers:
"What are you?"
The reply came instantly.
"I am what you left behind."
A sudden headache hit him. Memories rushed back—things he had buried deep. The old house. The locked room. The mirror he was told never to look into.
His phone buzzed again.
"Do you remember the night you broke the mirror?"
Aarav's knees weakened. He remembered now.
When he was a child, he had shattered a mirror in his old home. And for a split second, he had seen someone inside it, screaming silently.
His parents had moved the next day.
The lights in the room began to flicker.
The mirror fogged up on its own.
Slowly, new words appeared, written from the inside:
YOU RAN. I STAYED.
Aarav stepped back, his heart racing.
"Leave me alone," he whispered.
The mirror cracked.
Not from the outside.
From within.
A hand pressed against the glass, stretching it like thin ice.
His phone vibrated one final time.
"This time… I'm coming with you."
The mirror shattered.
Darkness swallowed the room.
And somewhere in that darkness—
Two sets of footsteps walked away