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The rain hammered against the windows as the old clock in the corner ticked with a rhythmic, almost mournful echo. It was nearly midnight, and Emily sat alone at the kitchen table, the dim light from the lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The house was silent except for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards and the patter of raindrops on the roof.
She had been waiting for a call, her fingers tapping nervously on the surface of the table. Her mind raced back to the message she had received earlier that evening—an anonymous warning. “Don’t go to the bridge tonight,” it said. It had been brief, cryptic, and unsettling. She knew that bridge. It was the same one where, years ago, her brother had disappeared without a trace. The memory of that night still haunted her dreams, the sound of his voice calling for help, the chilling silence that followed.
But tonight felt different. Something inside her urged her to go. To face whatever truth had been buried all these years.
The phone rang suddenly, making her jump. Her heart raced as she grabbed it.
“Hello?” she answered, her voice trembling.
There was no response, only the faint sound of breathing on the other end.
“Who’s there?” she demanded, her grip tightening around the phone.
Then, a voice, barely a whisper, crackled through the line. “You shouldn’t have come back. The bridge… it’s waiting.”
The line went dead.
Emily sat in stunned silence, her pulse pounding in her ears. It had been him. The voice was unmistakable. Her brother.
A surge of determination filled her chest. She couldn’t ignore this any longer. She had to find out what really happened that night. Without another moment’s hesitation, she grabbed her jacket, stepped out into the storm, and made her way to the bridge.
The wind howled around her as she walked down the familiar path, her boots splashing in the growing puddles. The bridge loomed ahead, its silhouette dark against the stormy sky. As she stepped onto the wooden planks, a chill ran down her spine. The air was thick with something she couldn’t explain—a presence, a feeling of being watched.
And then, in the distance, she saw him.
Her brother.
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