Shayla Finds the Iman’s photo is left in Shayla’s house😱What happens next? SEE MORE FULL STORY BELOW ⬇️
Shayla Finds the Iman’s photo is left in Shayla’s house😱What happens next?
Shayla (muttering to herself):
I swear, this house eats things. Where did my keys—
(She freezes. A photo slips out from under a cushion.)
…What?
(She slowly bends down and picks it up.)
Shayla (whispering):
No. No, no, no… this can’t be here.
(The photo: Iman, smiling, clearly taken recently. Shayla’s heart starts pounding.)
Shayla:
Why do you have this…?
(Looks around the room)
I live alone.
(Her phone buzzes. She flinches.)
Phone Call – Iman
Shayla (hesitant):
Hello?
Iman (calm, almost amused):
You found it, didn’t you?
Shayla (voice shaking):
How—
Iman, how do you know that?
Iman:
Because I was wondering how long it would take you.
Shayla:
This isn’t funny. Why is your photo in my house?
Iman (pause):
I was there.
Shayla (angry now):
That’s impossible. I would’ve noticed.
Iman:
You were asleep.
(Silence.)
Shayla (low, dangerous tone):
You’re telling me you came into my house… without my permission?
Iman:
I didn’t come to hurt you.
Shayla:
That’s not comforting.
Iman:
I came to make sure you were safe.
Shayla (laughs nervously):
From what? From you?
(A soft knock at the door.)
Shayla (heart racing):
Iman… are you at my door?
Iman (quietly):
Yes.
At the Door
(Shayla grips the phone in one hand, the photo in the other. She slowly opens the door.)
Shayla:
You have ten seconds to explain before I call the police.
Iman (serious, no smile now):
Someone’s been watching you. Following you home. I saw them last night.
Shayla:
And instead of telling me, you broke into my house?
Iman:
I needed proof I’d been there. That you’d listen.
Shayla:
That photo isn’t proof. It’s terrifying.
(Iman sighs, rubbing his face.)
Iman:
I messed up. I know. But Shayla… you’re not as alone as you think.
Shayla (soft but firm):
That’s exactly the problem.
Tension Builds
Shayla:
If someone’s watching me, why leave your photo?
Iman:
Because if something happened to you… I wanted them to know you weren’t invisible.
Shayla (voice cracks):
That doesn’t make this okay.
Iman:
I know. But tomorrow, you’re coming with me. Somewhere safer.
Shayla:
And if I say no?
Iman (meets her eyes):
Then I stay close. Whether you want me to or not.
(A shadow moves across the street. Shayla notices.)
Shayla (whispering):
Iman…
Someone’s standing by that car.
Iman (instantly alert):
That’s who I was talking about.
(They both stare into the darkness. The photo trembles in Shayla’s hand.)
Shayla:
Looks like… we’re having this conversation sooner than I thought.
Iman:
And this time, you won’t face it alone.
Shayla’s phone buzzes again.
Unknown Number: “You found the photo.”
Her blood runs cold.
She looks up—
Iman is gone.
The front door is still open.
And the photo in her hand slowly turns over…
revealing her own face, taken from inside the house. 😱
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