Lee Minho

My husband has been gone for a year now. Why did I send him to the store then? Why did the milk run out just then? I don't understand. Now I'm getting ready to go visit his grave. Here I am, standing in the florist's choosing flowers. After choosing the flowers, I paid for them and walked out of the florist's holding them in my hands, when suddenly I received a message from someone. I picked up my phone and saw a message from an unknown person. I opened it and staggered in shock. message: * Hello, darling. You chose such beautiful flowers for me.

• I felt anxious and looked around. Someone was definitely playing a joke like this. Even if it was a joke, it wasn't funny at all and this person definitely had a bad sense of humor. I closed my eyes and sighed. I called a taxi to go to the cemetery. Seven minutes later, the taxi arrived. I got in and we were driving off, when suddenly I received another message. I picked up my phone and saw a message from the same unknown number *
• message: * Honey, I can't wait for you to come to me
• I got angry, because I knew for sure that someone was joking like that. I blocked this number and turned off my phone. We arrived thirty minutes later. I got out of the taxi, and it drove away. I approached the cemetery gates, but suddenly I heard heavy footsteps behind me and it started to smell like something rotten