Birthdays are so exceptional... It's the day you first take your breath in this world.
Birthdays are meant to celebrate... A day so special for you.
Can it turn creepy? The day you wait for every year. Can it turn into your worst nightmare?
Shubman was sitting on his bed. He was shivering, his finger tips covered in blood. Letters shattered around the room.
He was blankly looking at one letter which he had held in his arms, staining his fingertips.
Red fluid dripping down from the paper's edge.
"Happy Birthday Love.... ". Was all that letter contained words written in red ink...
Shubman felt a shiver run down his spine. It's not the first time he has received such letters from his stalker, but this one... It didn't feel right. The red ink wasn't really ink.
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Shubman felt his nape hair standing up as he felt himself not being alone. Something touched his legs. This he wanted to look down, mustering up the courage he bent down to take a look under his bed just to find nothing. Darkness surrounded him.
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Shubman found himself lying at one corner of the dusty ground, hands tied, mouth shut. Eyes widening, widened heart skipping a beat as he saw the person standing right in front of him. So close, almost touching his nose.
A creepy smile came upon Ishan's lips. A smile of satisfaction seeing Shubman shivering in his presence.
"Didn't I tell you I hate seeing you with random people? But you want to be stubborn and not listen to me. Happy Birthday, Love. Take this as a small gift from your boyfriend"
Shubman's eyes widened as he saw Ishan getting up making the other corners of the room visible to his view.
A girl. Tied up on a chair with her mouth tightly trapped. Her screams and pleading were barely audible. It didn't take any minutes for Ishan to be covered in red fluid.
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Hey... ☠️ Ha sabko gali deni ka mukka milega. 😭 Sorry for late updates babygirls.
Also, I have no idea of what I have written 🤡
