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Monday, July 6, 2015
The Last Text
So my mom and I often text each other from different rooms inside of our house.
Well I know this seems normal, but tomorrow she has surgery in the morning so she went to sleep early around 9pm tonight. So I decided to send her a text message for her to read the following morning.
The scary thing was that I received a text from her phone just now, which was in the kitchen.
The text said you’re next… I don’t know what this means and I’m really scared…
Wait I hear something outside my door. The door is creaking open. I can feel my heart racing even faster.
It’s.. it’s my mom? I feel my nerves going away. But something in the air feels… Dense. I feel my phone vibrate with another message…
I see my moms phone light up on the floor in the hall. My nerves are back as I lock my eyes on the figure in my doorway.
I jumble for phone and the text reads I’ve arrived…
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