Page Seven
200 Words
Anna stared at her phone, the words blinking on the screen:
"We need to talk. It’s about Sara."
Her heart pounded. Who could this be? And what did they mean?
The party around her faded into background noise as she hurried outside to get some fresh air.
Anna typed back nervously:
"Who is this? What do you mean about Sara?"
Seconds later, a reply came:
"Look again at the scrapbook you gave her—page 7."
Anna fumbled through the scrapbook until she reached page 7. It was a photo from years ago, a picture of Sara and her friends at a school trip.
But something was off.
Behind Sara, hidden partially behind a tree, was a shadowy figure. The face was blurred, but the eyes seemed to pierce right through the photo.
Anna’s breath caught.
Her phone buzzed again.
"He’s watching. He’s back."
Suddenly, Anna’s mind raced—memories she’d tried to forget surfacing. Whispers about Sara’s family, strange disappearances, old rumors no one spoke about anymore.
Her fingers shook as she locked the phone.
She knew that this message was just the beginning.
Because sometimes, even the brightest souls can’t escape the shadows that haunt them . .
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