In the last photo, taken at 3:13 AM that same night, Zachary was smiling. And he was holding Derek’s phone.
The reply came at 3:13 AM: Derek laughed nervously and went to bed. The next morning, his phone was dead. When he finally got it charged, he opened his photos.
The camera roll was full of pictures—hundreds of them. All of Derek. Sleeping. In class. In the shower. In his car. And in every single photo, just behind Derek’s shoulder, stood Zachary. Same gray hoodie. Same empty expression. zachary creepypasta
Zachary’s face in every photo had been scratched out.
The message delivered instantly. Three dots appeared. Then stopped. Then appeared again. In the last photo, taken at 3:13 AM
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Derek never showed up to school again. When the police searched his house, they found his phone on the nightstand, still open to the camera roll. The next morning, his phone was dead
The timestamp read: Just now.