There was nothing after it.
Just that one message.
Like she reached out…
And I wasn’t there.
For days, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Why did she text me?
After months of silence…
Why me?
At the funeral, people talked about how “strong” she was.
How she “always smiled.”
How “no one saw it coming.”
But I kept thinking—
Maybe someone could have seen it coming.
Maybe I missed something.
A week later, I went back to her apartment.
My parents couldn’t do it, so I offered.
I told them I’d pack her things. Clean up. Handle everything.
Truth is…
I needed answers.
Her place was exactly how she left it.
Nothing out of place.
No signs of anything wrong.
Except one thing.
Her laptop.
Still on.
The screen was dim, but not off.
Like it had been waiting.
I hesitated.
Then I moved the mouse.
The screen lit up.
It was her messages.
Opened… to me.
My heart started racing.
There were drafts.
Multiple messages.
All unsent.
I clicked the first one.
“I don’t know how to say this without sounding crazy…”
Another one:
“Something is wrong. I feel like I’m being watched.”
Another:
“If anything happens to me, please don’t ignore this.”
My hands were shaking.
There were dozens of them.
All written.
None sent.
Except one.
“Are you awake?”
I sat there, frozen.
Trying to understand.
Trying to breathe.
Then I noticed something that made it worse.
The last draft.
The one she never sent.
It was longer than the others.
I opened it.
“I think it’s coming from the hallway camera. I checked the footage and there’s something that doesn’t make sense. Someone is in my apartment at night… but the door never opens. I’m not imagining this. Please, if you see this, come over. I’m scared.”
I stopped reading.
Hallway camera?
My sister didn’t have cameras inside her apartment.
But the building did.
And suddenly…
That message at 2:17 AM…
Didn’t feel random anymore.
It felt like a warning.
And I ignored it.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
Not because of guilt.
But because of something worse.
A thought I couldn’t shake:
What if she was telling the truth?
And whatever she saw…
Was still there?
I went back the next day.
I told myself I just needed closure.
Nothing more.
But I was lying to myself.
I needed to see that camera footage.
And deep down…
I already knew I wasn’t going to like what I’d find.