The Last Message
Late one night, Riya was scrolling through her phone when she got a text from her best friend:
“I’m outside. Open the door.”
Smiling, she went to unlock it—but through the peephole, no one was there. She texted back:
“Stop joking. Where are you?”
A reply came instantly.
“Behind you.”
Her phone slipped from her hand as she turned—
and saw her friend’s smiling face glowing from the dark window.
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