The Stranger in My Photos 13
I didn’t check my phone this time. I didn’t want to see another photo.
But the buzzing wouldn’t stop. It wasn’t a notification — it was a call. Unknown number.
My thumb hovered over the screen. I knew I shouldn’t answer, but my hand moved on its own.
I put the phone to my ear.
For a second, there was only static. Then, a voice crackled through.
It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t his. It sounded… layered, like too many voices speaking at once.
"You should stop looking."
The call ended, and my phone screen flickered to life again.
Another photo.
This time, it wasn’t my house. It wasn’t even a place I recognized. It was a field, foggy and endless. A figure stood in the distance.
It looked like me — but the longer I stared, the less I was sure. The figure’s head tilted slowly, unnaturally, until it was almost upside down.
A message popped up beneath the photo.
"Don’t worry. You’ll meet him soon."
My phone buzzed again.
Another picture. Same field. The figure was closer.
Buzz.
Closer.
Buzz.
So close, I could see its eyes.
They weren’t mine.
They weren’t human.
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