There were none! Yet someone was there!
Beware of people who lives with us after death!
C’mon.
C’mon. Pick up the call.
It is night 12.30 am.
Pick up the call Justin.
The party is over, come and take me home. I grumbled.
I heard a horn sound backside.
Oh, that was my boyfriend, in a black dress with a helmet.
I got on the bike and when I was about to ask him the reason for being late; It started raining heavily.
On the way to the house, dogs ran behind us and gave a high-pitched howling. That was dreadful.
Justin raised the bike speed and finally managed to take me home.
That night was so dark; the outside lights were off. I drifted above the lights and opened the door. I entered the room to change my dress. I received a few messages from Justin.
The text alert sounded,
“I am sorry being late. I am up to my ears in work.
Where are you now? I am at the entrance.
I tried calling you several times but was unable to reach you.”
I was bewildered on seeing the messages. Suddenly, I felt a haunting silence in every corner of the house.
My hands were trembling in fear. I searched for Justin everywhere in the house but couldn't find him.
I screamed Justin! Justin!
Where are you?
Then I tried calling the Justin’s number.
Suddenly UPS started to work; all the lights were on.
The doorbell rang buzzzzzzz.
The lights were off. I opened the door.
There were none!
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