الصوت المشترك

It was a quiet night... Rohan was walking home alone after school. The streetlights flickered... one by one. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. Slow... heavy... getting closer. He turned back. But no one was there. His heart started beating faster. He walked quicker. The footsteps came again. This time... right behind him. He froze. A cold voice whispered... “Don’t turn around.” Rohan closed his eyes. But curiosity took over. Slowly... he turned back.