The SMS from the Dead: A Twisted Textual Terror

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The rain lashed against the window, a relentless drumbeat that seemed to echo the pounding of her heart. Sarah sat hunched over her kitchen table, her fingers trembling as she stared at the phone in her hands. The screen flickered with the same message, over and over, each word a stab of cold fear:

"Meet me at the old mill at midnight."

Sarah's breath caught in her throat. She had seen the mill, a decrepit structure that stood on the edge of town, its windows boarded up and its roof caving in. It was a place she had always avoided, a place that whispered of old curses and forgotten secrets.

She had been trying to forget about her ex-husband, Alex, for weeks now. The divorce had been ugly, and the last thing she wanted was to be reminded of him. But this message was from him, or at least, it claimed to be. It was his number, his name, and it was a message she had never received before.

Sarah's mind raced. She knew that Alex had been in trouble before. He had a history of drug abuse and a penchant for trouble. But this was different. This was like a ghostly whisper from beyond the grave.

She grabbed her coat and keys, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. She had to know why he was contacting her from the dead. She had to see for herself if this was real.

The drive to the mill was eerie, the rain making the road slippery and treacherous. Sarah's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the twisted branches of the trees that lined the road. She reached the old mill and parked her car. The air was thick with moisture, and the smell of decay seemed to permeate the air.

Sarah stepped out of the car, her heart pounding. The mill stood before her, its windows boarded up, its roof caving in. She could hear the sound of her own footsteps echoing through the empty space. She shivered, but not from the cold.

She made her way to the entrance, pushing open the creaky door. The interior was dark, the walls damp and peeling. She could see the faint outline of a staircase leading down into the bowels of the mill. She took a deep breath and started down the stairs.

The air grew colder as she descended, the sound of her footsteps growing louder. At the bottom, she found a small room with a wooden table. On the table was a laptop, and next to it, a phone.

Sarah's eyes widened. The phone was glowing, and it was the same one that had sent her the message. She picked it up and saw the message again. It was a video call, and it was from Alex.

"Sarah, I need your help," Alex's voice was distorted, his face a shadow on the screen. "I'm in trouble, and I need you to come to the mill. It's the only way I can save myself."

Sarah's mind raced. She had no idea what to do. She had never believed in ghosts, but this was too strange to ignore. She had to see for herself.

She took the phone and made the call. The screen flickered, and Alex's face appeared. His eyes were wide with terror, and his face was pale and drawn.

"Sarah, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was so lost, so desperate. I didn't know what else to do. But now, I need your help. There's something in the mill, something that's trying to kill me. I need you to come and help me fight it."

Sarah's heart raced. She had no idea what to believe, but she knew she had to help Alex. She had to see for herself what was happening in the mill.

She turned off the video and looked around the room. The walls were covered in strange symbols, and the air was thick with a strange, musty smell. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the room.

The mill was silent, except for the sound of her own footsteps. She made her way to the entrance, her heart pounding. As she stepped outside, she saw a figure standing in the rain, a figure that looked exactly like Alex.

"Sarah," the figure said, his voice echoing in the darkness. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you in. You don't understand what you're getting into."

Sarah's eyes widened. She looked at the figure, and then at the real Alex on the phone. She realized that the figure was a ghost, a spirit trapped in the mill, and that Alex was being controlled by it.

"I have to help him," Sarah said, her voice trembling. "I can't just leave him like this."

The figure stepped forward, its eyes glowing with an eerie light. "You don't understand. This place is cursed. It's filled with evil, and it's trying to kill you too."

Sarah's heart raced. She knew she had to do something, but she didn't know what. She looked at the figure, and then at the phone. She knew she had to make a choice.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward. "I'm not leaving him alone. I'm going to help him, no matter what."

The figure lunged at her, but Sarah was ready. She dodged the attack and ran towards the figure, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. She reached out and grabbed the figure's arm, pulling it towards her.

The figure's eyes widened in shock, and then it began to fade. Sarah could see the real Alex standing behind it, his face twisted in pain and fear.

"Sarah, help me!" Alex's voice was desperate. "I can't fight this alone."

Sarah nodded, her heart pounding. She knew she had to help him. She turned to the figure, her eyes filled with determination. "I won't let you hurt him. You can't control me."

The figure lunged at her again, but this time, Sarah was ready. She dodged the attack and grabbed the figure's arm, pulling it towards her. The figure's eyes widened in shock, and then it began to fade.