Whispers in the Dark

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙: 𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝔹𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Emma's small apartment, casting a warm glow over her kitchen. It was a Saturday, a day she usually relished, a day to indulge in her favorite novels and sip coffee in her pajamas. But today, an unusual weight hung in the air, tugging at her thoughts.

As she poured her first cup of coffee, Emma felt an inexplicable sense of unease settle in her chest. She attributed it to the lingering shadows of the week—a hectic work schedule, endless deadlines, and a fleeting cold that had kept her restless at night. But there was something more, an unshakeable feeling that today would not be ordinary.

She walked out to her mailbox to see if she got any letter.

After a few moments of distraction, she noticed a brown envelope protruding from her mailbox. It seemed out of place among the usual bills and advertisements. Curiosity mingled with an instinctive caution as she approached the mailbox, her heart beating a little faster.

She walked back to her small apartment and put that envelope on her desk

The envelope bore no return address; just her name, written in a jagged, unfamiliar handwriting. Emma hesitated, a shiver coursing through her. She felt as if it were a portal to something ominous. With trembling fingers, she tore it open, revealing a single sheet of paper, the edges slightly frayed as if it had been pulled from a much-worn notebook.

Her eyes raced across the words: "I see you. You should be afraid."

A cold sweat broke out across her forehead. Her heart raced, a mixture of disbelief and primal fear rising within her. Who could have sent this? Why? The words felt like a taunt, wrapping around her thoughts like a sinister vine. She glanced around her apartment, suddenly aware of every creak in the floorboards, every flutter of a curtain. Was someone watching her?

Sinking onto her sofa, Emma struggled to process the reality of the situation. She had always prided herself on being rational, grounded in a world governed by reason. But this? This was surreal. The initial confusion quickly spiraled into panic. She picked up her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen.

Who could she trust with something like this?

After a few deep breaths, she dialed her best friend, Sarah. "Hey, it's me. Can you come over?" Emma's voice trembled, betraying her calm facade.

"Of course! Is everything okay?" Sarah's concern was palpable even through the phone. She felt something wrong happened to her bestfriend.

"Just... come quickly."

When Sarah heard that she knew it was important so she tried to get there as soon as possible. She tried not to think about the worst things that could have had happened

As Emma waited, her mind raced with a torrent of possibilities. What had she done to provoke this? Could it be someone from her past? The letter felt too personal, too targeted. She reviewed her life in quick succession—her job, her friendships, her small, predictable routines. Nothing about her life warranted such a sinister threat.

After a while Sarah arrived and ran to the door as fast as she could.

Emma still sat at the sofa thinking about the possibilities who could it be.

The sound of the doorbell jolted her from her thoughts. She rushed to the door, swinging it open to reveal Sarah, her features etched with worry. "Emma, what's going on?"

"Look at this!" Emma thrust the letter into her friend's hands, her heart pounding in her chest.

Sarah's eyes widened as she read the chilling words. "Emma, this is serious. Have you thought about going to the police?" She was worried about of her friend, ofc who wouldn't be?

"I don't know," Emma replied, biting her lip. "What if they think I'm overreacting? What if they can't help?"

"Even if it seems silly, it's better to be safe. This isn't just a prank. You need to take it seriously," Sarah urged, her voice steady yet firm. "I'll go with you." She wanted to help to her bestfriend, then went trough a lot together she didn't want to let Emma to be in this alone

Emma nodded, grateful for her friend's unwavering support. "Okay. I'll go. But... I just wish I knew who was behind this."

As they prepared to leave, Emma's phone buzzed, startling her. An unknown number flashed on the screen. Her stomach dropped. Another message? Hesitant, she opened it, dread pooling in her stomach.

"You're not alone. I can help."

Emma's breath caught in her throat. A mix of dread and curiosity flooded her. Who was this stranger?