You Have Reached Sam

You Have Reached Sam

You Have Reached Sam

A Campus Thriller

Chapter One: The Voicemail

The first thing I noticed was the rain.

A steady downpour drummed against my window, making the world outside look blurred and distorted. I had just settled into bed when my phone buzzed. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was one of those spam messages. But when it rang again—insistently—I picked it up, squinting at the screen.

Sam.

I frowned. It was past midnight. Sam never called this late.

I swiped to answer, pressing the phone to my ear.

"Sam?"

Silence.

The kind of silence that wasn’t just quiet—but wrong. My stomach twisted. I could hear something faint in the background—static, maybe the wind—but no voice.

And then, just as I was about to hang up, a robotic voice played.

"You have reached Sam. If you’re hearing this, it’s already too late."

A chill ran down my spine.

"Sam?" I tried again, my voice a whisper. But the line was dead.

I stared at my phone, my heart hammering. What the hell was that?

Maybe it was a prank. Maybe Sam was drunk. Maybe—

My phone buzzed again. A voicemail.

Hands shaking, I tapped on it.

"You have reached Sam. If you’re hearing this, it’s already too late."

The same eerie message. The same distorted, soulless voice.

I swallowed hard, suddenly wide awake. This wasn’t a joke. Something was wrong.

I shot a text.

Me: Sam, what the hell was that? Are you okay?

No response.

I tried calling her back. Straight to voicemail.

A heavy feeling settled in my chest. Sam wasn’t the type to play games. If she had sent that message, it meant something.

I threw off my blanket and got up, my brain racing. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe she had lost her phone, and some i***t was messing with me.

But deep down, I knew.

Something had happened to Sam.

And if I didn’t find out what, I might be next.

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End of Chapter One.

Let me know if you want me to continue! This story is going to be full of twists, secrets, and suspense.