The Last Voice Note – A Short Horror Story


 It was 1:47 AM when Aarav’s phone vibrated.

A voice note.

From his best friend, Kabir.

But Aarav froze when he saw the time stamp.

Kabir had died… two days ago.

His hands started shaking as he stared at the screen. The same number. The same profile picture.

Slowly, he pressed play.

For a few seconds, there was nothing.

Just static.

Then… a whisper.

“Aarav…”

His heart stopped.

It was Kabir’s voice.

Weak. Broken.

“I’m not where you think I am…”

Aarav dropped the phone. His breathing became heavy. This couldn’t be real.

With trembling fingers, he picked it up again.

The voice continued.

“It’s dark here… and something is with me…”

A sudden loud noise came from the audio.

Like something being dragged.

Then Kabir screamed.

“AARAV DON’T—”

The voice note cut off.

Silence.

Aarav sat there, frozen, staring at his phone.

Then suddenly…

Another voice note arrived.

Same number.

This time, he didn’t want to open it.

But something inside him forced him.

He pressed play.

There was no Kabir this time.

Only a deep, unfamiliar voice.

Cold. Inhuman.

“You heard him.”

Aarav’s blood ran cold.

The voice continued:

“Now… it’s your turn to send one.”

At that exact moment, Aarav’s phone started recording on its own.

The mic icon turned red.

Recording…

From somewhere behind him, in his dark room…

A whisper came close to his ear.

“Say something…”

The next morning, Aarav was missing.

But if you ever receive a voice note from someone who’s already gone…

Don’t listen.

Because once you hear it…

You become the next message.

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