It started with one missed call.
Nothing strange about that.
People miss calls all the time.
He picked up his phone, glanced at the screen, and froze for a second.
The number looked familiar.
Too familiar.
It was his number.
Same digits.
Exactly the same.
He frowned.
Looked again.
āNoā¦ thatās not possible,ā he said quietly.
Maybe it was a glitch.
Maybe something with the network.
He ignored it.
But a few minutes laterā¦
It happened again.
This time, the phone rang.
He stared at it.
His own number calling him.
He didnāt answer.
He just watched it ringā¦ until it stopped.
A strange feeling settled in his chest.
He tried to explain it.
Maybe someone used a fake caller ID.
Maybe it was a technical issue.
There had to be a logical reason.
Right?
He shook his head.
Put the phone down.
Tried to forget about it.
But he couldnāt.
That night, it happened again.
Same thing.
Same number.
His number.
This timeā¦ he answered.
Silence.
No voice.
No sound.
Justā¦ nothing.
āHello?ā he said.
No reply.
He pulled the phone away slowly.
Ended the call.
Now it didnāt feel like a glitch anymore.
It feltā¦ wrong.
The next day, he told himself to ignore it.
He went to work.
Focused on his tasks.
Tried to act normal.
Until his phone rang again.
Same number.
He stared at it for a few seconds.
Then answered.
āWho is this?ā he said, trying to sound calm.
Silence.
Thenā¦
A sound.
Breathing.
Very light.
Very close.
His heart started beating faster.
āStop this,ā he said quickly.
āThis isnāt funny.ā
The breathing stopped.
Then the call ended.
He sat there.
Frozen.
This wasnāt normal.
This wasnāt something you ignore.
He checked everything.
His phone settings.
His number.
His apps.
Nothing.
Everything was normal.
But the calls werenāt.
That night, he couldnāt sleep.
He kept thinking about it.
Replaying the sound.
The silence.
The breathing.
It didnāt make sense.
Around 2 AMā¦
His phone rang again.
He didnāt want to answer.
Every part of him said donāt.
But something elseā¦
Something strongerā¦
Made him pick it up.
āHello?ā
Silence.
Then a voice.
Low.
Familiar.
āYou shouldnāt have answered.ā
His body went cold.
That voiceā¦
It sounded like him.
Exactly like him.
Same tone.
Same way of speaking.
āWhat is this?ā he said, his voice shaking now.
No answer.
Just silence.
Then the voice came back.
āYouāre going to understand soon.ā
The call ended.
He stared at the phone.
Not moving.
His mind couldnāt process what just happened.
It sounded like him.
Not similar.
Not close.
Exactly him.
The next day felt unreal.
Everything looked normal.
But nothing felt normal.
He avoided his phone.
Didnāt want to look at it.
Didnāt want it to ring.
But of courseā¦
It did.
Again.
Same number.
He didnāt answer this time.
But a message came.
From his number.
He opened it slowly.
Three words.
āCheck your door.ā
His heart started racing.
He stood there.
Staring at the message.
Then slowlyā¦
He looked toward the door.
Silence.
No sound.
No movement.
But something felt there.
Something waiting.
He walked slowly.
Step by step.
Every second heavier than the last.
His hand reached the handle.
He paused.
Then opened the door.
Nothing.
Empty hallway.
Completely quiet.
He stepped out.
Looked around.
Still nothing.
Then he looked down.
A phone.
On the ground.
Right in front of his door.
He bent down slowly.
Picked it up.
The screen was on.
And what he sawā¦
Made his heart stop for a second.
It was his phone.
Same model.
Same case.
Same everything.
Even the same background.
He looked at his hand.
Then at the phone.
Two identical phones.
And before he could reactā¦
The phone in his hand rang.
Caller ID:
His number.
He didnāt answer.
He just stood thereā¦
Realizing something he couldnāt explain.
This wasnāt a prank.
This wasnāt a mistake.
This was something else.
And whatever it wasā¦
It knew him.
Better than anyone else.
