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"Happy Deåth Day"

I was so shocked to see these scary wishes from the man I had just met.

I met him at the club where my friends forcefully dragged me to. I was introduced to him, and I was told he could take good care of me because he's rich.

I met him just before my birthday, and my friends assured me he would handle everything for my celebration. I fell in love with him because of his wealth.

Early in the morning of my birthday, he was the first person to send me a message. When I opened it, I saw the words: "Happy Deåth Day."

Terrified, I rushed out of my room and locked myself in the bathroom. I was shivering when I heard a knock on the door outside.

I widened my eyes as if they might pop out of their sockets and pressed my lips together. "Oh Lord..."

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see a delivery man holding a box. He grinned and asked, "Are you Becca?"

"Yeah... I am," I responded, and he handed over the box.

I quickly locked the door and threw the box on the bed. I was still standing there when another text message came through on my phone.

I was too scared to check it, so I threw my phone away and turned my attention to the box.

I convinced myself to open it, and with trembling hands, I slowly lifted the lid, closing my eyes as I did.

Sweat dripped from my brow like a dead-weight goat on Christmas. It hit my lips, and I quickly opened my eyes.

"What the..." I snapped.

Inside the box was a white gown soaked in bløod and the severed head of a doll. Its eyes had been gouged out, and bløod dripped from its nostrils.

"Ha!" I yelled and ran into the bathroom, hiding behind the bathtub with my legs wrapped together.

Alone and unable to comprehend the horror unfolding around me, the lights suddenly went out, plunging the room into darkness.

"Who's there?"

Before I could react, I saw someone standing before me, holding the head of the doll and a dagger.

He leaned close and kissed my forehead. "My little chipmunk... why are you shivering?" he whispered, then stood up suddenly.

"Aman? How did you get in here?" I fearfully queried.

He leaned in again and grabbed my hair. "Shut your mouth! Why are you asking questions? You think everything is free?" he yelled, smashing my head against the bathtub.

Bløod gushed from my ears as he dragged me out and laid me on the ground.

"I thought you'd be smart and refuse when your friends told you that you would pay back," he said, smiling menacingly.

"Please, spare me!" I pleaded.

"No! You will pay the price!" he insisted, smashing my head against the bathtub yet again.

*#fiction*

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