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"The Last Message"
He texted me at 2:47 AM.
"Don't come looking for me."
That was all.
No explanation. No name.
Just those five words — and silence.
I stared at the screen, heart pounding. It was him. I was sure. Same number, same typing style. But... he died three months ago.
Buried. I saw his body. I touched the cold skin.
I called the number — no answer. I texted back — delivered.
At 3:01 AM, another message popped up:
"I told you I would die. But you never asked… how."
I dropped the phone.
And then I heard someone breathing behii.