Don't Look Into Its Eyes

I thought it was a prank. The number had my name saved, same birthday,

same profile picture I haven’t even taken yet. I tried calling it.

It rang once… then someone picked up. But all I heard was breathing. Fast.

Panicked. Then a whisper: “If you’re hearing this, she already found

you.” The call cut instantly. I froze. Who the hell was “she”?

I lived alone. My parents were asleep upstairs. The house was silent. And then my phone

buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t a message. It was a live location. Pinned directly

to my backyard. I looked outside. Nothing but darkness. But my future self sent another message: