Becky couldn't stop thinking about the post.
"If you see the third glass—run."
She had tried replying to the forum thread, but the message wouldn't send. The page froze. The screen went white. Then her phone shut off completely. And when she turned it back on
—the post was gone.
Like it never existed.
By the next morning, Becky was convinced she had imagined the whole thing.
But something still felt off.
The university halls buzzed with normal life.
Laughter.
Voices.
Someone dragging a heavy bag across the floor.
Yet Becky felt like she was walking through glass
—fragile and ready to break.
"Are you okay?" Gail asked as they left class together. "You've been zoning out all day."
Becky forced a nod. "Just... tired."
Gary raised an eyebrow. "Didn't sleep again?"
She didn't answer.
Carly suddenly stopped walking. "Wait. Look."
Becky turned.
There, right in the middle of the hallway
—on the floor, in front of the old broom closet
—stood a glass.
Crystal clear.
Half-full.
Red liquid.
No one else noticed. Students walked past it like it wasn't even there. As if the glass existed only for them.
Gail stepped toward it. "Is that wine? Who would leave this here?"
Becky's blood ran cold.
Third glass.
She didn't breathe.
Didn't blink.
Just backed away slowly.
"Let's go," she said firmly. "Don't touch it. Please."
Carly glanced at her. "What's going on, Beck?"
But Becky was already walking. Fast. Hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms.
She didn't turn back to see if the wine spilled on its own.
She already knew it did.