SMS - Horror Story

"You're a little different, honey. I don't know, it's probably because I haven't seen you in months, but something has changed in you." Christofer's mother reached out a hand, placing it on the boy's. On his rosy lips appeared a light, pulled smile. "Are you sure everything is fine? Do you eat enough? You get enough sleep, don't you? Here in the house I always have your old mattress if you want-"

"I'm fine, Mom," said the boy. He put his hand on his mother's, caressing her hand. His first thought was that he didn't want to make her worry - depression was already something quite worried and that she had to live with every day, other burdens on her shoulders would only get in the way. But maybe... Talking about it wasn't a bad idea. It certainly wouldn't have reassured her, but it was an argument... well, light? Not even Christopher knew. But maybe talking to his mother about the messages he was receiving lately wasn't a bad idea. Of how they were always present, every day in recent months... how they knew how to predict events in the immediate future, without ever making a mistake half a time... of how they had become insistent and, slowly, were taking place in his life. Perhaps, talking about it could be a solution...

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It wasn't a coincidence that, at 27, Christopher decided to pack his bags. He was gone, without turning around, leaving behind a depressed mother, a group of friends... Well, never mind, an unfaithful ex and a sad and boring town. In mind he had not had a plan, he just wanted to change air, take his life in hand ... And when he moves to Maryll, he doesn't expect that his life will be turned upside down by a series of warning messages, which are able to predict the near future and that... come from an unknown number