Deadly Reflection ✓
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*Featured story in Wattpad India reading list in horror genre.
* 26 on 20/09/17 in horror.
Rita was about to sleep when Jenny's message popped on her phone's display.
She unlocked her phone and when she saw her message, all colour drained from her face.
The message said." Ri...Who was the women standing behind you while you were video calling me. You didn't mentioned that you were living with somebody.."
Rita clutched her pillow tightly, holding her breath.
All of a sudden, temperature inside her room dropped, making a shiver ran down her spine.
She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking it will be over when she will open her eyes again.
But, then came an ear - piercing scream...
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#160 ranking in paranormal 13.08.18
#27 ranking in horror 29.07.17
#30 ranking in horror 11.09.17
P.S - Its my first book. Need all your love and support.
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