Charlie gasped, "Jesus... It happened again!", He walked over to the bedroom wall and engraved a tally mark onto it "one hundred and... ninety two." Charlie broke away from the wall and sat down, "fuck... fuck fuck fuck!" He started punching his sofa in rage, "why is this happening to me?....." It took a while but he eventually gave up, put on his jacket and exited his room to accept his fate...once again.
Charlie heard the buzzing of his phone like before but ignored it until he got another call five minutes later," Wait what?! There have never been two attempted calls..." He quickly pulled out his phone and answered, "hello?..." "I know what's happening to you" said an unkown caller on the other side of the phone "Its happening to me too, come find me at the cafe next to your complex and remember, don't fear the dark, fear what lurks within it" the call ended and Charlie was left stunned but promptly spun around and ran back the way he just came from.
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Repetition
Mystère / ThrillerHe doesn't know how or why he keeps coming back, but he does..... (p.s. All credit for image goes to someone else, sorry i do not know who but i did not create it.)
