At exactly 2:13 a.m., the phone rang.Not the mobile phone resting on the bedside table.The old landline.The one Maya Collins had unplugged three years ago after her father's funeral.She opened her eyes, convinced she had imagined it. The apartment was swallowed by darkness, the only light coming from the streetlamp outside her bedroom window. Rain tapped softly against the glass.Then it rang again.A slow, deliberate, shrill sound echoed through the silent apartment.Maya's heartbeat quickened.No one could call that phone.She had removed the cord herself.She sat upright, listening.Ring.Ring.Ring.The sound came from the living room.Every instinct screamed at her to stay in bed.Instead, she grabbed the baseball bat she kept beside her nightstand and stepped into the hallway.The apartment felt different.Colder.The air smelled faintly of damp earth.She crept toward the living room.The phone continued ringing.Its faded cream-colored body sat on the small wooden table exactly where she'd left it years ago.Disconnected.Dead.Yet somehow…It wouldn't stop ringing.Her hands trembled as she reached for the receiver.The ringing stopped the instant her fingers touched it.Silence.She slowly lifted it to her ear.Static.Then…A man's voice whispered."Don't open the door."Maya froze."Dad?"The line went dead.A loud knock exploded through the apartment.Three slow knocks.Boom.Boom.Boom.Someone stood outside.Every muscle in her body locked.She wasn't expecting anyone.No one visited at two in the morning.Another knock.This time louder.Boom!Boom!Boom!She tiptoed toward the peephole.The hallway outside was empty.No footsteps.No shadows.Nothing.Her breathing became shallow.Then…Another whisper came from behind her."Don't."She spun around.No one.The apartment was empty.Another knock rattled the door.She backed away.Suddenly, her mobile phone buzzed.Unknown Number.With shaking hands, she answered.A calm female voice spoke."If you open that door, you'll die."The call disconnected.At that exact second…The knocking stopped.Silence returned.Maya stood frozen for nearly a minute before slowly peeking through the peephole again.Still empty.No one.She unlocked the door anyway.Slowly.Carefully.The hallway stretched before her, deserted.But lying on the welcome mat was a small black envelope.No stamp.No address.Only her name written in silver ink.MAYA.She picked it up.Inside was a single photograph.It showed her apartment building.Taken from across the street.The timestamp read:2:11 a.m.Someone had photographed her apartment only minutes earlier.Her stomach dropped.She flipped the picture over.Written on the back were four words.I can see you.The next morning, Detective Aaron Brooks arrived before Maya had finished her second cup of coffee.He examined the photograph carefully."No fingerprints.""No security cameras?"She shook her head."They've been broken for months."Aaron frowned."And the phone call?""I know how it sounds.""I believe that you received a call," he replied. "But a disconnected landline..."Even he couldn't explain it.Before leaving, he offered one piece of advice."If anything else happens, don't investigate it yourself."She nodded.She had every intention of ignoring that advice.That afternoon, Maya walked across the street to search for where the photograph might have been taken.She found the exact spot.An abandoned bookstore.The windows were covered in dust.A faded CLOSED sign hung crookedly on the door.She peered through the glass.Shelves.Darkness.Nothing unusual.Then…Movement.Someone inside.A figure disappeared deeper into the shadows.Maya pushed the door.Locked.She circled to the back alley.The rear entrance stood slightly open.A cold breeze drifted from inside.Against her better judgment…She stepped in.Dust floated through beams of sunlight breaking through holes in the roof.Books lay scattered across the floor.The building smelled of mildew.She heard footsteps upstairs.Slow.Heavy.Someone was there."Maya..."A voice called softly.She looked up.Nothing.The footsteps stopped.Then resumed.Closer.She climbed the staircase.Each step creaked beneath her feet.The second floor contained hundreds of empty shelves.No person.No sound.Only silence.Until she noticed a single chair in the center of the room.On it sat another black envelope.Waiting.She approached carefully.Inside…Another photograph.This one showed her sleeping.Taken inside her own bedroom.Last night.A handwritten note rested beneath it.You are already too late.A loud crash echoed downstairs.Someone had entered the bookstore.Maya ran toward the staircase.Halfway down, she caught a glimpse of a tall man dressed entirely in black.He looked up.Their eyes met.He smiled.Then every light inside the building went out.Darkness swallowed everything.Maya heard footsteps rushing toward her.A hand grabbed her shoulder

The Last LetterWhen Maya found the letter, it wasn't hidden in an attic or tucked inside an ancient book. It was lying on the kitchen table, addressed to her in handwriting she hadn't seen in twelve years.She froze.There was no stamp. No return address. Just her name.Her father had died when she was sixteen. Or at least, that's what everyone had told her.With trembling hands, she opened the envelope."If you're reading this, then the truth has finally found you. I'm sorry it took so long."The words blurred as tears filled her eyes.The letter spoke of impossible things—a small coastal town she'd never heard of, a lighthouse that had been abandoned for decades, and a promise he had made to protect her from something he never dared explain.Most people would have thrown the letter away.Maya bought a train ticket.Three days later, she stood before the lighthouse. The paint had long since peeled away, and the sea crashed violently against the rocks below. The wind carried whispers that sounded almost like voices.Inside, she discovered a room untouched by time.On a wooden desk sat an old pocket watch.The moment she picked it up, it began to tick.Dust swirled through the air.The walls straightened.The broken windows repaired themselves.The lighthouse wasn't abandoned anymore.Footsteps echoed from the staircase.A man appeared.He looked exactly like the photographs she'd kept of her father—except he hadn't aged a single day.He stared at her with disbelief."Maya?"She couldn't breathe."You... you're dead."He smiled sadly."No," he whispered. "I've just been waiting."Outside, the waves continued to crash against the cliffs, as though the ocean itself had been keeping their secret.Some mysteries aren't buried by time.They're protected by it.

Rewind back to the year 2021when it all started. Thulie had just enrolled in a new school and was excited to meet new people and make new memories. Well the excitement did not last for long when her best friend turned her back on her to hang out with a new group of friends. She spent most of her free time alone around school until one day her eyes collided with Temo's eyes and they fell in love. Life around school was easy dating the most popular, handsome , and strong guy in school and entitled rich girls hated this relationship so they began to sabotage it. Rumours that led to hate spread in the school. Secrets on how she was raped at 12 years old surfaced and life became like hell to Thulie. She could not bare that raw feeling of hate and echoes of laughter behind her back hence she broke up with her loving boyfriend . Months later she had moved on with a rather charming notorious boy in school who lived through suspensions and disciplinary hearings. She did not care what people would say about her new boyfriend what she cared for was that no one would dare bully her and since then life became easy for her .Beckham spoiled her and treated her like a princess but not all things that are shinning are gold .He forced her to do things that made her body crawl and Thulie ended up pregnant at 14 .Temo was always there for her and never gave up on their love but reality hit Thulie hard and wanted nothing with trusting a boy again .Fast forwad 2 years later and the old lovers finally meet again in an advanced level school where trials and tribulations shake the strength of their love.Thulie had since had many boyfriends and was a player who used boys for personal gain but will his once love Temo change her whole narrative?