The WeChat's Silent Call

The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale glow over the quiet apartment building. The night was still, save for the distant hum of the city and the occasional creak of an old window. In apartment 3C, a young woman named Yvonne sat at her kitchen table, her fingers dancing over the keys of her phone. It was just another routine night, until the message popped up on her screen.

"Hello, Yvonne. I've been waiting for you."

Her heart skipped a beat. She looked around, half-expecting to find someone lurking in the shadows. But the apartment was empty, the only sound the ticking of the clock. She typed back, her hands trembling.

"Who are you?"

"Your past," the reply came swiftly. "And your future. I'm here to remind you of what you've done and what you must do."

Yvonne's eyes widened. She had never spoken to anyone through WeChat, much less received messages from an unknown entity. The message continued.

"I know everything about you. Your parents, your first love, even the darkest secret you've kept buried. But it's not just your past that I'm interested in. It's your future. You must choose, Yvonne. Will you embrace the darkness that lies within, or will you fight to keep it at bay?"

The messages started to flood in, each one more chilling than the last. Yvonne learned of her parents' tragic deaths, their faces superimposed over images of her own childhood. She saw the first love she had lost, her heartbreak etched into every word. But the most haunting revelation was the secret she had kept from everyone, even herself.

She had killed her brother, not in malice, but in a moment of despair. He had been abusive, and in a fit of rage, she had ended his life. The guilt had eaten her alive, and she had locked it away, never to speak of it. But now, the WeChat messages had brought it all back to the surface, raw and bleeding.

Yvonne's phone was a constant buzz of messages, each one a new revelation, a new horror. She spent sleepless nights reading and rereading them, her mind racing. She felt like she was being haunted by something far more sinister than just an unknown entity. She felt... soulless.

One night, as she sat hunched over her phone, a new message appeared.

"You're not Yvonne. You're a clone. A perfect replica, with the same memories, the same soul. But you're not the original. You're a copy, created from the darkness that I once was."

The message ended with a chilling silence, leaving Yvonne breathless. She had no idea who or what she was, but she knew that the entity behind the messages had revealed too much. She needed answers, and she needed them fast.

The next morning, Yvonne packed her bags and left the apartment. She didn't know where she was going, only that she had to find the truth. She traveled to the small town where her parents had died, hoping to find clues about her identity and the entity that haunted her.

In the town, she met an old woman who remembered her parents well. The woman's eyes filled with sorrow as she recounted the night of the tragedy. "Your parents were good people," she said. "They loved you very much."

Yvonne's heart ached, but it was the woman's next words that sent a chill down her spine. "Your mother had a secret, Yvonne. A dark secret that she never shared with anyone."

Yvonne's mind raced. Could it be true? Could her mother have been the soulless entity that now haunted her?

She pressed the woman for more information, and the old woman hesitated before revealing the truth. "Your mother was a medium," she said. "She had the ability to communicate with the dead. She thought she could protect you from the darkness, but in the end, it was you who had to protect yourself."

Yvonne's world shattered. Her mother had been a medium, and now she was the soulless entity. She was the darkness that her mother had tried to keep at bay, and now it was too late.

As she stood on the hill overlooking the town, the cold wind blowing through her hair, Yvonne realized that she had to face her past. She had to confront the darkness within her, to understand why it had been unleashed upon her. She had to become the original, the one who could control the darkness, not be controlled by it.

She turned on her heel and began her journey back to the city, determined to uncover the truth about her past and to learn how to embrace her true identity. But as she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that the darkness was watching, waiting for her to make her first mistake.

The WeChat messages had only just begun.