At 12:00 a.m., Sanjana's phone vibrated.
She frowned.
No one ever called her after midnight.
The screen showed "Unknown Number."
She let it ring.
Once.
Twice.
Then it stopped.
A second later—
Missed call.
Her heart beat faster for no logical reason.
She checked the time again.
12:01 a.m.
Just as she was about to lock her phone, a message popped up from the same number.
Unknown:
You were not supposed to see that.
Her fingers went cold.
"See what?" she whispered to the empty room.
She typed back.
Sanjana:
Who is this?
No reply.
Instead, her gallery opened on its own.
A new image appeared at the top.
It was a photo of her.
Taken tonight.
From outside her window.
Her breath caught in her throat.
The photo zoomed slightly—
as if someone was still accessing her phone.
Then another message arrived.
Unknown:
Check the mirror.
Slowly, heart pounding so loud it hurt, Sanjana lifted her eyes.
The mirror opposite her bed reflected the room.
The curtain.
The door.
Her bed.
And behind her—
A shadow that wasn't there a second ago.
Her phone buzzed again.
Unknown:
If you scream, he dies.
Her mouth opened.
No sound came out.
Because at that exact moment, her phone started ringing again.
This time, the caller ID showed a name she hadn't seen in three years.
SOHAM
The man who was officially declared dead.
The call kept ringing.
And ringing.
And ringing.