You suddenly wake up to find out that you are actually the last person alive on earth... You start exploring stuff and enjoy your life.. It starts getting boring so you pick up some productive habits and become self sustained... It's your birthday today but sadly no one is here to wish you so you decide to cut the cake all by yourself it's all goes pretty normal until the silence that has lasted for so many months has finally broken and you hear someone singing "happy birthday" to you from a room you remember being locked...you get happy and decide to check the room but to your horror it was empty.. Panic and fear rushes in you and you run away from the house..while running you stop at a junction to take a breath but you catch a glimpse of an eerie head looking you dead in the eyes hiding behind a wall only to disappear after a second. As I stood at the junction, my heart pounded with fear and confusion. The eerie head that had looked me in the eyes, hiding behind the wall, sent shivers down my spine. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the inexplicable.I cautiously approached the wall, my steps hesitant and my senses on high alert. I peered behind it, expecting to find someone or something there, but to my astonishment, there was nothing but an empty, dimly lit alley. The silence around me was deafening, broken only by the distant howl of the wind. Mymind raced with questions. Who or what had sung "happy birthday" to me? What was that eerie presence that had met my gaze? I felt the need to escape this uncanny situation, so I continued running, this time away from the house. The desolate streets seemed endless as I fled from the inexplicable and chilling occurrence. Each footstep echoed like a haunting reminder of my solitude. Panic and confusion clouded my thoughts, making it challenging to make sense of what I had experienced. As I wandered through the empty city, I couldn't help but wonder if I was truly alone or if some hidden presence lurked in the shadows, observing my every move. The feeling of isolation that had once been my companion was now replaced by an overwhelming dread. With every passing moment, my desire to find answers grew stronger. What had caused this phenomenon? Who had sung to me on my birthday, and what was that elusive, eerie figure that had vanished into thin air?As I treadfuly walked deeper into the town I was still reminiscing about the incident that happened many questions were rushing in my head. Is this real? Or my mental health deteriorating.. After a while of walking I was pretty deep into the town it was getting hard for me to navigate , the town that was a playground for my ventures for the past months has now become a maze I cannot fathom but I still kept my cool and broke into a police station nearby and headed to the armory to get equipped with guns now I've never owned or used a gun my entire life but it was reassuring to have a gun with me. Now fully equipped I could no longer hold my curiosity and started to head back to that house little did I know that was my biggest mistake, as I reached the front door I saw a silhouette of a figure no doubt it was the thing that wished me happy birthday. I walked into the house now with a gun ready to confront that this. As I cautiously entered the house, my heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination. Gripping the unfamiliar firearm in my hand, I scanned the dimly lit room, searching for any sign of the mysterious entity that had sung to me. The silence in the house was oppressive, and the feeling of being watched weighed heavily on me.I moved deeper into the house, one step at a time, my senses on high alert. The eerie presence that had haunted me now seemed to be lurking in every shadow, behind every closed door. My own footsteps echoed loudly in my ears as if the house itself was conspiring to reveal my presence. The room where the singing had originated was my destination. I approached it slowly, my gun trembling in my grip. The door creaked open, and there it was, the same eerie figure, standing in the center of the room.I raised the gun, my voice shaking as I demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"The figure remained silent, its form flickering as if it were a ghostly apparition. Fear coursed through my veins, but I had to know the truth. I took a step closer, my finger on the trigger. BeforeI could react, the figure began to sing again, "Happy birthday to you..." The voice was haunting, its melody discordant. My finger twitched on the trigger, but I couldn't bring myself to pull it. Thefigure's presence seemed to grow stronger, enveloping me in an otherworldly sensation. I couldn't comprehend what was happening. It was as if reality itself was unraveling. In that moment, I had to make a choice: confront this enigmatic presence or flee once more. My instincts screamed at me to run, but my curiosity and the need for answers kept me rooted to the spot. With my trembling finger still on the trigger, I stood there, locked in a terrifying standoff with the inexplicable entity that had invaded my solitary world
