Aryan fell to his knees.
"This can't be happening…"
"It is," the voice said.
"And it will keep happening."
"What will?"
"The night."
Aryan looked at the phone.
"What do you mean?"
A pause.
Then—
"You're going to wake up again."
"Where?"
"In your bed."
"At 3:06 AM."
Aryan's heart dropped.
"And then?" he whispered.
The answer came like a knife.
"You'll pick up the call…"
"…and become me."
Suddenly—
Everything went black.
Aryan's eyes snapped open.
He was in his bed.
Sweating.
Breathing heavily.
The clock blinked beside him.
3:06 AM
His phone rang.