Chapter 1
The Message
Rain softly tapped against Ayaan's bedroom window as he lay awake, scrolling through his phone. The rest of the house was silent. His parents were asleep, and the streets outside were empty.
He checked the time.
3:00 AM.
"Just five more minutes," he whispered to himself.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated.
A new message appeared on the screen.
Unknown Number
Ayaan frowned. He didn't recognize the number.
Curious, he opened the message.
"There will be a murder at your school tomorrow."
He stared at the screen for a few seconds.
Then he laughed.
"What a stupid prank."
He quickly typed a reply.
"Nice joke."
A few moments later, another message arrived.
"This is not a joke. Someone will die tomorrow."
This time, Ayaan didn't laugh.
Something about the message felt different. It was cold, direct, and strangely serious.
He immediately tried calling the number.
Call Failed.
He tried again.
Call Failed.
Ayaan felt a slight chill run down his spine.
He sent another message.
"Who are you?"
No reply.
Minutes passed.
Nothing.
Finally, convincing himself it was just a prank, he put his phone away and went to sleep.
The next morning seemed completely normal.
Students filled the hallways, laughing and talking with friends. Teachers prepared for their classes. Everything looked just like any other school day.
Ayaan almost forgot about the mysterious messages.
Then it happened.
A loud scream echoed through the school.
The entire hallway fell silent.
Within minutes, teachers rushed students into their classrooms. Police cars arrived outside the building.
Rumors spread quickly.
"Someone got hurt."
"No, I heard it's a teacher."
"Why are the police here?"
Ayaan's heart began to race.
Soon, the truth came out.
A teacher had been found dead in the library.
Ayaan froze.
His hands started shaking.
Slowly, he pulled out his phone and opened the messages from last night.
"There will be a murder at your school tomorrow."
His stomach dropped.
The message had been real.
Whoever sent it had known exactly what was going to happen.
Suddenly, his phone vibrated again.
Another message.
From the same unknown number.
With trembling hands, he opened it.
"You know the first secret. Don't tell anyone."
Ayaan's face turned pale.
This wasn't a prank.
This wasn't a coincidence.
Someone was watching him.
And whatever had started last night was far from over.
The game had just begun.
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