Sunday, February 7, 2016



“I’m sorry,” said the stranger before hanging up.

She was perplexed. Probably a wrong number, but still… a bit creepy.
When she turned off the light, she didn't notice the slight creaking of the entrance door and a shadow walking towards her bed. Drowsy, she only felt a slight sting on her neck.

No one ever saw her again.
The only thing they found was a card on her nightstand saying “Gone”.

She would come back, years later. She too would call someone to say “I’m sorry”. That was the price to be free. And she had to pay it.

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