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Text From Tomorrow: A Short Horror Story
My phone buzzed. It was a text from my own number. The message read: 'Don't go downstairs.' Then, heavy footsteps started coming up the stairs. Another notification popped up: 'I'm sorry. It already saw you.' His bedroom door handle slowly began to turn. What happens next? Follow for Part Two.
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My phone buzzed. It was a text from my own number. The message read: 'Don't go downstairs.' Then, heavy footsteps started coming up the stairs. Another notification popped up: 'I'm sorry. It already saw you.' His bedroom door handle slowly began to turn. What happens next? Follow for Part Two.
