🌙 THE GIRL WHO RECEIVED A MESSAGE FROM TOMORROW
Chapter One: The Strange Message
At exactly 11:59 p.m., Amara's phone vibrated.
She was lying on her bed, scrolling through WhatsApp, when a message came in from an unknown number.
The message read:
“Amara, whatever you do tomorrow, DO NOT ENTER THE RED HOUSE.”
She frowned.
Who was this person, and how did they know her name?
She typed back, "Who are you?"
The reply came immediately.
"I'm you. From tomorrow."
Amara laughed.
"This must be one of those stupid pranks," she whispered.
She blocked the number, turned off her phone, and went to sleep.
But at exactly 3:00 a.m., she woke up to the sound of someone knocking on her window.
Three slow knocks.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Her heart began to race.
She lived on the second floor.
Nobody could reach her window without a ladder.
She slowly pulled back the curtain.
Nobody was there.
But written on the glass, in red ink, were four words:
"YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED."
Amara screamed.
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Chapter Two: The Red House
The following morning, Amara told her best friend, Jennifer, everything.
Jennifer laughed so hard that she nearly spilled her tea.
"Girl, you've been watching too many horror movies!"
But later that afternoon, something strange happened.
Amara received another message from the same unknown number.
"You're going to meet a man wearing a black shirt today. He will ask you for directions. Don't follow him."
Before she could respond, a young man wearing a black shirt approached her.
"Excuse me," he said politely. "Can you show me the way to the old red house?"
Amara froze.
The red house.
The same house from the message.
She stepped backward.
"I'm sorry. I don't know the place."
The man smiled.
"Of course you do, Amara."
Her blood ran cold.
She had never met this man before.
How did he know her name?
He leaned closer and whispered, "Your mother told me you'd be here."
Amara ran.
She ran all the way home, locked the door, and called her mother.
"Mummy, do you know a man wearing a black shirt? Someone asking about a red house?"
Silence.
Then her mother whispered something that made Amara drop her phone.
"Amara... I thought that house burned down twenty years ago."
"What house, Mummy?"
Her mother began to cry.
"The house where your twin sister disappeared."
Amara's world stopped.
Twin sister?
She had never known she had a twin.
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Chapter Three: The Truth
That evening, Amara confronted her mother.
After hours of crying, her mother finally told her the truth.
Twenty years earlier, she had given birth to twin girls.
Amara and a baby named Ada.
When the twins were only six months old, a terrible fire destroyed their family home.
Amara survived.
Ada's body was never found.
Her father disappeared shortly afterward, and her mother had spent years trying to forget the tragedy.
"But why didn't you tell me?" Amara asked through tears.
"Because I was afraid," her mother replied. "Afraid of what you might discover."
"What does that have to do with the red house?"
Her mother looked terrified.
"That wasn't our family home, Amara. It was where your father took your sister on the night of the fire."
Suddenly, Amara's phone rang.
An unknown number.
She answered with trembling hands.
A girl's voice whispered:
"Amara, come to the red house. I'm waiting for you."
"Who are you?"
"Look in the mirror."
The call ended.
Amara slowly raised her eyes toward the mirror across the room.
For one terrifying second, she saw two girls standing behind her.
They had the same face.
The same eyes.
The same smile.
Then one of them disappeared.
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Chapter Four: The Secret Room
At midnight, Amara arrived at the abandoned red house.
She knew it was dangerous, but she needed answers.
The front door creaked open by itself.
Inside, the air smelled of smoke and old wood.
She walked through the dusty rooms until she discovered a small door hidden behind a bookshelf.
Inside was a room filled with photographs.
Photographs of her.
As a baby.
As a child.
At school.
Even photographs taken just days earlier.
In the middle of the room stood an old television.
It switched on by itself.
A video appeared.
A man sat in front of the camera, looking exhausted.
Amara recognized him immediately from the photographs her mother had kept.
Her father.
"If you're watching this, Amara," he said, "then I've failed to protect you."
He took a deep breath.
"Your sister Ada didn't die in that fire. Someone took her. Someone who wanted our family destroyed."
The video suddenly distorted.
Then her father's voice became a whisper.
"Your mother knows who did it."
Amara stepped backward.
"No. That can't be true."
A floorboard creaked behind her.
She turned.
A girl stood in the doorway.
Same height.
Same face.
Same eyes.
The girl smiled sadly.
"Hello, sister."
Amara's knees nearly gave way.
"Ada?"
The girl nodded.
"I've been trying to reach you for years."
Tears filled Amara's eyes.
"Why didn't you come home?"
Ada's smile disappeared.
"Because the person who took me is still alive."
"Who?"
Ada looked toward the stairs.
Then she whispered a name.
"Jennifer."
Amara stopped breathing.
Her best friend.
The girl who had laughed at her story that morning.
The girl who knew everything.
Suddenly, footsteps thundered above them.
A door slammed.
Ada grabbed Amara's hand.
"Run! She's here!"
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Chapter Five: The Final Message
The sisters escaped through a back door and hid in the nearby forest.
Amara's phone vibrated.
Another message from the unknown number.
"I'm sorry I couldn't tell you everything. You needed to discover the truth yourself."
Amara stared at the screen.
She typed:
"Who are you really?"
The reply came.
"Look at the date."
Amara checked the message details.
Her hands began to shake.
The message had been sent from her own phone number.
But the date was tomorrow.
She looked up at Ada.
"How is this possible?"
Ada's eyes filled with tears.
"Because tomorrow, one of us won't survive."
Before Amara could ask another question, headlights appeared between the trees.
A car was approaching.
Jennifer stepped out.
She was holding a photograph.
"Twenty years," Jennifer said coldly. "Twenty years I've waited for this family to finish what it started."
Amara stood in front of her sister.
"What do you want?"
Jennifer smiled.
"The truth."
She raised the photograph.
It showed two baby girls.
But there was something strange about it.
Both babies had the same birthmark on their left wrist.
Amara looked at her own wrist.
Then at Ada's.
Neither had a birthmark.
Jennifer laughed.
"You still don't understand, do you?"
She stepped closer.
"You're not the twins."
Amara felt the world tilt beneath her feet.
Jennifer continued.
"The twins were my sisters. One disappeared in the fire. The other was raised by your mother under a different name."
She pointed at Ada.
"That girl is the real Amara."
Then she pointed at the girl beside her.
"And you..."
She smiled.
"You're the girl who was never supposed to exist."
Amara looked at Ada.
Ada began to cry.
And suddenly, every memory Amara had ever known felt like a lie.
Her phone vibrated one final time.
A message appeared on the screen:
"If you want to know who you really are, ask your mother what happened at 12:01 a.m."
The screen went black.
And from somewhere deep in the forest, a little girl's voice whispered:
"One of you mustCHAPTER 2: THE RED HOUSE 🏚️
Amara had barely slept the previous night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the strange message written on her window.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED.
Who was sending her these messages? And how could someone know what she would do before she did it?
She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone.
The unknown number was still blocked.
Yet something inside her told her that the mystery was far from over.
At 8:15 a.m., she finally decided to tell her best friend, Jennifer, what had happened.
"Girl, you need to stop watching horror movies at midnight," Jennifer said, bursting into laughter.
"I'm serious, Jen! Someone sent me a message warning me about a red house. Then a message appeared on my window!"
Jennifer stopped laughing for a moment.
"A red house?"
Amara nodded.
For a split second, Jennifer's face changed. It was so quick that Amara almost missed it.
"What?" Amara asked.
"Nothing," Jennifer replied, forcing a smile. "I'm just surprised."
But Jennifer wasn't surprised.
She was terrified.
And she had a very good reason to be.
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That afternoon, Amara went to the market to buy a few things for her mother.
The sun was hot, and the streets were crowded. People shouted over one another as traders advertised their goods.
She was about to cross the road when a man stepped in front of her.
He wore a black shirt and dark trousers. His face was unfamiliar, but there was something unsettling about his smile.
"Excuse me, young lady," he said politely. "Can you help me find the old red house?"
Amara froze.
Her heart began to pound.
The same red house.
She immediately remembered the warning.
Don't enter the red house.
"I'm sorry," she replied, trying to sound calm. "I don't know it."
The man tilted his head.
"Are you sure, Amara?"
Her stomach tightened.
"How do you know my name?"
Instead of answering, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old photograph.
It showed two baby girls lying beside each other in a hospital bed.
Amara stared at the picture.
One of the babies had a tiny crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist.
Just like hers.
"Who are they?" she whispered.
The man slipped the photograph back into his pocket.
"One of them has been waiting for you for twenty years."
Before Amara could ask another question, he walked away.
She wanted to follow him, but fear held her in place.
Then her phone vibrated.
An unknown number.
She opened the message with trembling fingers.
"I warned you. Now he's found you."
Amara quickly typed a reply.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
The response arrived almost immediately.
"Someone who knows what happens if you enter that house."
Another message followed.
"Your sister is alive, Amara."
Her phone slipped from her hand and landed on the ground.
Her sister?
She had never had a sister.
At least, that was what her mother had always told her.
---
That evening, Amara rushed home.
She found her mother in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"Mummy, did I have a sister?"
The spoon in her mother's hand fell to the floor.
For several seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then her mother slowly turned around.
"Where did you hear that name?"
"What name?"
Her mother stared at her.
"Ada."
Amara felt a chill run down her spine.
She had never mentioned the name Ada.
"Mummy, who is Ada?"
Her mother's eyes filled with tears.
"Please, Amara. Forget everything you've heard."
"I can't! Someone showed me a picture of two babies. Someone said my sister is alive!"
Her mother grabbed her shoulders.
"Listen to me carefully. Whatever anyone tells you, do not go near that red house."
"Why?"
"Because the last person who went there never came back."
"Who?"
Her mother opened her mouth to answer.
But before she could speak, someone knocked on the front door.
Three slow knocks.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Amara and her mother stared at each other.
Then a voice came from the other side.
A young girl's voice.
A voice that sounded exactly like Amara's.
"Mummy," the voice whispered, "I've come home."
Her mother screamed.
Amara stepped backward, tears filling her eyes.
Because she suddenly remembered something from her childhood.
A dream she had every year on her birthday.
A little girl standing beside a burning house, crying and calling her name.
And every time, just before Amara woke up, the girl whispered the same words.
"You promised you wouldn't forget me."
The knocking stopped.
Amara slowly approached the door.
Her mother grabbed her arm.
"Don't open it!"
But Amara was already reaching for the handle.
Then her phone vibrated one final time.
A message appeared.
"If you open thatCHAPTER 2: THE RED HOUSE 🏚️
Amara had barely slept the previous night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the strange message written on her window.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED.
Who was sending her these messages? And how could someone know what she would do before she did it?
She sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone.
The unknown number was still blocked.
Yet something inside her told her that the mystery was far from over.
At 8:15 a.m., she finally decided to tell her best friend, Jennifer, what had happened.
"Girl, you need to stop watching horror movies at midnight," Jennifer said, bursting into laughter.
"I'm serious, Jen! Someone sent me a message warning me about a red house. Then a message appeared on my window!"
Jennifer stopped laughing for a moment.
"A red house?"
Amara nodded.
For a split second, Jennifer's face changed. It was so quick that Amara almost missed it.
"What?" Amara asked.
"Nothing," Jennifer replied, forcing a smile. "I'm just surprised."
But Jennifer wasn't surprised.
She was terrified.
And she had a very good reason to be.
---
That afternoon, Amara went to the market to buy a few things for her mother.
The sun was hot, and the streets were crowded. People shouted over one another as traders advertised their goods.
She was about to cross the road when a man stepped in front of her.
He wore a black shirt and dark trousers. His face was unfamiliar, but there was something unsettling about his smile.
"Excuse me, young lady," he said politely. "Can you help me find the old red house?"
Amara froze.
Her heart began to pound.
The same red house.
She immediately remembered the warning.
Don't enter the red house.
"I'm sorry," she replied, trying to sound calm. "I don't know it."
The man tilted his head.
"Are you sure, Amara?"
Her stomach tightened.
"How do you know my name?"
Instead of answering, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old photograph.
It showed two baby girls lying beside each other in a hospital bed.
Amara stared at the picture.
One of the babies had a tiny crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist.
Just like hers.
"Who are they?" she whispered.
The man slipped the photograph back into his pocket.
"One of them has been waiting for you for twenty years."
Before Amara could ask another question, he walked away.
She wanted to follow him, but fear held her in place.
Then her phone vibrated.
An unknown number.
She opened the message with trembling fingers.
"I warned you. Now he's found you."
Amara quickly typed a reply.
"WHO ARE YOU?"
The response arrived almost immediately.
"Someone who knows what happens if you enter that house."
Another message followed.
"Your sister is alive, Amara."
Her phone slipped from her hand and landed on the ground.
Her sister?
She had never had a sister.
At least, that was what her mother had always told her.
---
That evening, Amara rushed home.
She found her mother in the kitchen, preparing dinner.
"Mummy, did I have a sister?"
The spoon in her mother's hand fell to the floor.
For several seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then her mother slowly turned around.
"Where did you hear that name?"
"What name?"
Her mother stared at her.
"Ada."
Amara felt a chill run down her spine.
She had never mentioned the name Ada.
"Mummy, who is Ada?"
Her mother's eyes filled with tears.
"Please, Amara. Forget everything you've heard."
"I can't! Someone showed me a picture of two babies. Someone said my sister is alive!"
Her mother grabbed her shoulders.
"Listen to me carefully. Whatever anyone tells you, do not go near that red house."
"Why?"
"Because the last person who went there never came back."
"Who?"
Her mother opened her mouth to answer.
But before she could speak, someone knocked on the front door.
Three slow knocks.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Amara and her mother stared at each other.
Then a voice came from the other side.
A young girl's voice.
A voice that sounded exactly like Amara's.
"Mummy," the voice whispered, "I've come home."
Her mother screamed.
Amara stepped backward, tears filling her eyes.
Because she suddenly remembered something from her childhood.
A dream she had every year on her birthday.
A little girl standing beside a burning house, crying and calling her name.
And every time, just before Amara woke up, the girl whispered the same words.
"You promised you wouldn't forget me."
The knocking stopped.
Amara slowly approached the door.
Her mother grabbed her arm.
"Don't open it!"
But Amara was already reaching for the handle.
Then her phone vibrated one final time.
A message appeared.
"If you open that door, you'll discover who your mother really is."
Amara stared at the message.
Then she looked at her mother.
For the first time in her life, she was afraid of the woman who had raised her.
TO BE CONTINUED… 😱 door, you'll discover who your mother really is."
Amara stared at the message.
Then she looked at her mother.
For the first time in her life, she was afraid of the woman who had raised her.
TO BE CONTINUED… 😱