The Last Voicemail

The Last Voicemail

The phone buzzed once. A missed call. No caller ID.

Lena stared at the screen, her pulse quickening. It was nearly midnight, and she had been half-asleep when the vibration jolted her awake. A single voicemail notification blinked at her. Her hands trembled as she pressed play.

A crackle of static filled the silence. Then, a voice—faint but unmistakable.

"Lena... it's me. Please, you have to listen. I don't have much time. They're coming—"

The message cut off.

Her breath caught in her throat. The voice belonged to Daniel, her older brother. The same Daniel who had been missing for the last six months.

Lena scrambled to redial, but the number was untraceable. The voicemail had no timestamp. It was as if it had come from nowhere. Heart pounding, she grabbed her car keys.

There was only one place she could go—their old cabin by the lake, the place where Daniel had last been seen before he vanished.

The road stretched ahead, dark and endless. The wind howled through the trees as she pulled up to the deserted cabin. The door creaked as she pushed it open. Dust coated the furniture, undisturbed.

Then, her phone buzzed again. Another voicemail.

She hesitated, then pressed play.

"Lena... if you’re hearing this, I might already be gone. There’s something in the lake. Something that shouldn’t be here. They tried to silence me. Don’t let them find you."

A noise behind her. Footsteps.

She turned, heart in her throat.

The cabin door stood open—but she hadn't heard it move.

The voicemail wasn’t over.

"Lena, RUN!"

A cold breath ghosted down her neck.

The last thing she heard was the sound of her own scream.