The Last Message Chapter 3: The Hand in the Dark

Chapter 3: The Hand in the Dark

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Your heart pounds so loudly you swear it drowns out every other sound in the room.

The hand under your bed is still—except for that slight twitch, that tiny movement that proves it's real.

Your breath is shallow, your body frozen in place.

You

I want to run. I need to run.

You

What if it moves? What if it grabs me?

Your phone buzzes again. The sound nearly makes you jump out of your skin.

Unknown

I told you I was watching.

A shiver runs through you. Your body finally obeys, and you scramble backward,

Pushing yourself away from the bed so fast that your back slams against the wall.

Your breath comes in sharp gasps, your eyes locked on the darkness beneath the mattress.

You

The hand doesn’t move.

You

Seconds feel like hours.

Then—another buzz.

Unknown

Aren’t you going to say hi?

You choke on a gasp. Your shaking hands grab your phone as you type furiously.

You

WHO ARE YOU?!

Three dots appear. Typing.

Unknown

. . .

You stare at the phone, the eerie glow of the screen illuminating your pale, sweaty fingers. The response comes slow. Too slow.

Unknown

.....

Unknown

You already know me.

Your fingers tremble over the keyboard.

You swallow hard and force yourself to look at the bed again. The hand is still there. Unmoving.

You

I need to get out. Now.

You slowly rise to your feet, keeping your eyes on the bed, your breath shallow

Your mind is screaming for you to run—but something stops you.

Your phone buzzes.

Unknown

Don’t turn around.

Your breath catches.

Cold dread grips your spine. Your entire body stiffens.

You

Is Someone behind me?

You

I can feel it!

The air shifts. A presence looms at your back.

Close.

Too close.

Your fingers tighten around your phone.

You squeeze your eyes shut,

You

Wake up.

You

WAKE UP YOU IDOT FROM THIS NIGHTMARE.😭

Then—soft breathing.

Right. Behind. You.

A new message.

Unknown

Run.

You

😮

You don’t hesitate.

A scream tears from your throat as you lunge for the door, your fingers fumbling with the handle.

You

It won’t turn—it won’t budge.

Your phone buzzes one last time.

Unknown

Too late.

Darkness crashes over you.

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To be continued…

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