Every night at 3:17 AM, Riya's phone rang.
No number.
No name.
Just "Unknown" blinking on the screen.
The first night, she ignored it.
The second night, she turned the phone off.
At 3:17, it rang anyway.
Cold crept into her fingers.
On the third night, curiosity won.
She answered.
"Hello?"
Silence.
Then—breathing. Slow. Wet. Too close.
"Who is this?" Riya whispered.
A voice replied… her own voice.
"Why didn't you save me?"
The call ended.
Riya didn't sleep after that.
The next day, she went to the old police station records room. Years ago, a girl named Riya Mehta had died in a house fire—same age, same face.
Cause of death: locked inside her room.
That night, at 3:17 AM, the phone rang again.
This time, a video call.
Against every instinct, she answered.
The screen showed her bedroom.
She was lying on the bed.
Eyes open.
Not blinking.
Smiling.
From behind the camera, a voice whispered:
"Move."
Riya felt something breathe against her neck.
Her phone fell from her hand.
The call stayed connected.
At 3:18 AM, neighbors heard a scream.
The next morning, police found Riya in her room.
Phone in her hand.
Screen cracked.
No signs of struggle.
Cause of death: unknown.
That night, at 3:17 AM, someone else's phone rang.
No number.
No name.
Just "Unknown." 📱
And somewhere…
a voice was still breathing.