Something changed.
It wasn't just fear anymore.
It was pressure.
Like something was closing in.
And we could all feel it.
I hadn't slept.
None of us had.
The video kept replaying in my head.
That moment.
That movement.
That breath.
He was alive.
And now…
He knew we knew.
My phone vibrated.
I froze.
For a second—
I didn't want to look.
But I did.
Unknown Number.
Again.
My chest tightened.
I opened it.
A message.
"You finally saw it."
My heart dropped.
Another message came immediately.
"Now you understand."
My hands clenched.
"What do you want?" I typed.
The reply came instantly.
"What you took from me."
That didn't make sense.
"What did we take?" I typed.
A pause.
Longer this time.
Then—
"Time."
A chill ran down my spine.
Before I could respond—
Another message.
"And now I'm taking yours."
My breathing stopped.
"Lucas?"
I looked up.
Emily.
Standing in the doorway.
She looked worse than before.
Tired.
Broken.
"What is it?" she asked.
I didn't answer.
I just showed her the phone.
She read it.
And her face went pale.
"No…"
"We're out of time," I said.
Before she could respond—
Another vibration.
This time—
Her phone.
She froze.
Slowly…
She picked it up.
Opened it.
And then—
She gasped.
"What?" I asked.
She didn't answer.
She just turned the screen.
A video.
Not the old one.
A new one.
My chest tightened.
"Play it."
She hesitated.
Then pressed play.
The screen flickered.
Dark.
Shaky.
A room.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
"No…" she whispered.
It was her room.
Filmed from outside.
Through the window.
My blood ran cold.
The camera zoomed slightly.
Closer.
Watching.
Waiting.
And then—
The screen cut.
Black.
A message appeared.
"I see everything."
Silence.
Pure panic.
"He's watching us…" Emily whispered.
Before I could respond—
Another message.
This time—
From Noah.
"Guys… something's wrong."
My heart started racing.
"What happened?" I typed.
No answer.
Then—
A call.
Noah.
I answered immediately.
"Noah—"
"Lucas…"
His voice was shaking.
Not normal.
Not joking.
"Someone was in my house."
Everything stopped.
"What?"
"I saw him," Noah said.
My chest tightened.
"You WHAT?"
"I didn't see his face," he continued.
"But he was there."
A pause.
"In my room."
Emily grabbed my arm.
"No…"
"And he left something," Noah said.
My heart dropped.
"What?"
Silence.
Then—
"A phone."
A chill went through me.
"What's on it?" I asked.
Another pause.
Heavy.
Then—
"…videos."
My breathing stopped.
"What kind of videos?"
Silence.
And then—
"Of all of us."
Everything froze.
Because now—
This wasn't just revenge.
This wasn't just guilt.
This was control.
Complete control.
And for the first time…
I understood something.
He wasn't hiding anymore.
He wasn't waiting.
He had already come back.
🖤 Poem — Lucas
we thought we escaped
what we left in the dark
but some things don't fade
they wait for their mark
and the past we abandoned…
just lit the first spark