A faint voice crackled through the phone. “I need you to track me. Hello? Hello—” Then, silence. The line went dead.

Varun had no idea where he was. The only thing he could make out was a thin sliver of light slipping through the cracks in what seemed to be a wooden enclosure. A storeroom? He muttered under his breath, trying to move forward. His legs trembled beneath him, the floor beneath shift...

I was yelling, screaming and whatnot. It was my greatest mistake to seek help from my professor. My hands painted red, was the second. While I was hitting the line to reduce my paranoia, there was someone walking by the window, as if he wanna see through the translucent glasses. The cat scratching the television top scared the damn out of me, but I can't complain. When even my own family discarded...