The Call Near Her Grave

“Two years after my sister went missing, her case turned cold. No witnesses.

No clues. Nothing. But last night, my phone rang at 2:13 AM.

Unknown number. When I picked up, I heard breathing… and then a voice I’d know anywhere:

‘Don’t look for me.’ I froze. It was her. I tracked the call location— Not a

forest. Not a basement. It pinged from a tower… five kilometers from her grave.

I rushed there, thinking maybe—just maybe—she was alive. Instead, I found a freshly

dug mound of dirt… and my sister’s necklace placed on top. Then my phone buzzed

again. A text message: ‘You were supposed to stop looking… brother.’ My sister