As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book |
| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| *Knife* Day 6: “Do you like scary movies?” — Scream (1996) Midnight in a suburban house, where the air was thick with the remnants of popcorn and half-finished sodas. Priya curled deeper into her blanket on the living room sofa, eyes fixed on the TV screen, where an old horror film flickered in the darkness. Her parents were away, and the only sounds were the ticking clock and the faint hum of the fridge. Her phone vibrated. Unknown number. Against her better judgment, she answered. “Do you like scary movies?” The voice was distorted, oddly playful and chilling. She laughed nervously. “Yeah. I’m watching one right now.” A pause—too long, uncomfortable. “Which one?” “Night Caller,” she replied automatically, glancing at the screen. The shadows in her room seemed to stretch, creeping closer. “I’ve seen that one. The part where the girl gets a call… and it’s too late to run.” The caller inhaled, as if savoring her fear. Something creaked behind her. Priya’s heart hammered. She muted the TV, straining to hear. The hallway was black, the kitchen nightlight barely a shimmer. She told herself it was nothing—just the house settling. “Who is this?” she whispered, her voice trembling. The caller chuckled, a low, gravelly sound. “Why don’t you check your window, Priya?” Her name. How? Slowly, she turned to the bay window that overlooked the street. The night outside was thick with mist, streetlamps haloed in fog. Nothing there. Or so she thought—until a camera flash exploded, illuminating a shape in a white mask. She screamed and dropped the phone. The call ended, but her nightmare had just begun. |