Bianca’s POV

The cab that drove me here was gone, and the silence returning.

And then there was just me.

Me, and the house.

It stood at the end of 31 Rookey Street.

It was the tallest building in the street, it's windows were cracked and the walls looked like they've completed faded.

I stood there longer than I should have, my phone trembling in my hand.

Then it vibrated in my hand. I pulled it to my face to read the message.

It was from the unknown number:

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