My thumb hovered over the screen. The notification read: Mom is typing... My breathing stopped. The room felt freezing cold.
I looked around the dimly lit room, then at the empty spaces. My mother had been missing for a week, taken by an unknown kidnapper who demanded a massive ransom. Her phone had been turned off this whole time.
I stared at the screen, praying she had somehow escaped. Finally, the message appeared, but it wasn't from her. It was a photo of me, taken from the dark corner of my room at this exact moment, with a text underneath: "You're next."
#Thriller #Mystery
Three Dots, One Nightmare."
