The Message That Knew Too Much
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A Digital Thriller
Some stories begin with something dramatic.
This one didn’t.
It began with something that normally means nothing.
A New Year message.
The Message That Didn’t Matter
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Like most people these days, Vish had dozens of them that evening. His phone kept buzzing with greetings from friends, colleagues, relatives, and even people he hadn’t spoken to in years. Social media has a strange way of reconnecting everyone on the last day of the year.
But Vish barely noticed the notifications. He was busy finishing a deployment issue at work. The last few days of the year are usually chaotic in the tech world, and that night was no different. Between troubleshooting logs and responding to messages from his team, the phone remained untouched on the table.
Later that night, when things finally slowed down, he picked it up and casually began scrolling through the greetings.
That was when he noticed one message that didn’t quite fit.
“Hi, Happy New Year.”
It came from someone named Vishmaya.
The name didn’t ring any bells. There were no mutual friends, no recognizable profile photo, and nothing in the account that looked familiar. Vish stared at it for a moment and then moved to other work.
Working in cybersecurity had made him cautious about random social media interactions. He had seen enough cases to know that not every online conversation begins innocently.
So he did what most people in his field would do.
He ignored it.
The message stayed there, unanswered, and within minutes he had forgotten about it.
Or at least, he thought he had.
The Second Message
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A few days passed, and life returned to its usual rhythm. Vish went back to work, juggling meetings, reviewing architecture documents, and fixing the occasional system glitch. The New Year excitement had faded, and everything felt normal again.
One afternoon, while sitting in the office and reviewing system logs, his phone buzzed again.
It was another message.
From the same account.
“Hi, how are you?”
Vish hesitated for a moment. Normally he would have ignored it again, but curiosity has a way of winning small battles.
He replied.
“Hi. Do you know me?”
The response came almost immediately.
“Yes. You are Vish. You are based in Bangalore, and you joined your company recently.”
Vish leaned back in his chair and read the message again.
How did she know that?
His profile did mention Bangalore, but the way the message was written felt oddly specific. He quickly typed back.
“How do you know me?”
After sending the message, he waited.
But no reply came.
Minutes passed. Then an hour. Eventually he put the phone aside and continued with his work, but the question had already planted itself in his mind.
Who was she?
Someone from the company?
A prank by a colleague?
Or someone who had simply seen his profile online?
A prank by a colleague?
Or someone who had simply seen his profile online?
He checked his contacts and social media connections again, but there was no one with that name. By the time he reached home that night, the curiosity had grown stronger.
Before going to sleep, he opened the chat once more.
Still no reply.
He eventually turned off the lights and tried to sleep, but his mind kept circling around the same puzzle.
Something Strange Happened That Night
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The next morning, something small but strange happened.
When Vish opened his laptop, he noticed that a browser tab was already open. It was a social media page, sitting quietly in the background.
That was unusual.
He clearly remembered closing everything before going to bed.
At first he thought maybe he had simply forgotten. It happens to everyone. But when he checked his notifications, he saw something that made him pause.
The Vishmaya account had viewed his profile at 2:14 AM.
That was odd.
He opened his phone and checked the device history. The logs showed that his phone had been unlocked at 2:13 AM.
But Vish had no memory of waking up at that time.
His instincts as a cybersecurity professional immediately kicked in. The first thought that crossed his mind was the possibility of a device breach.
He began checking everything he could—login sessions, IP addresses, device logs.
After a few minutes of digging through the data, he found the answer.
And it didn’t make any sense.
The login hadn’t come from another device.
It had come from his own phone.
The Investigation Begins
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At that point the situation stopped being a simple curiosity. It began to feel unsettling.
Vish started investigating the matter the way he would approach a security incident at work. He examined the account activity, traced the metadata, and looked carefully at the login patterns.
Then he discovered something even stranger.
The Vishmaya account had been created using the same home network that he used.
That didn’t seem possible.
To test his theory, he tried something simple. One night he deliberately logged out of every account on his phone and laptop before going to bed.
The next morning he checked again.
There was a new message waiting for him.
From Vishmaya.
“Why are you pretending not to know me?”
This time his heart beat a little faster.
Until that moment, it had all felt like a technical puzzle. Now it felt personal.
Someone seemed to be watching him. Someone who knew his routine, his network, and his devices.
For the first time, a disturbing thought crossed his mind.
Whoever this was could be inside his house… inside his device… or somehow inside his life.
The Camera Experiment
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Vish decided to involve a friend who worked in cybercrime investigation. Together they analyzed the situation more carefully. They reviewed IP logs, account creation details, and network routing information.
Every single trace pointed to the same place.
His home network.
The investigator leaned back and thought for a moment before asking an unexpected question.
“Do you sleepwalk?”
Vish laughed immediately.
“No,” he said. “At least not that I know of.”
But as he drove home that evening, the question stayed with him.
That night he decided to try a simple experiment.
He placed a camera in his room before going to sleep. It was just a precaution, a way to eliminate the possibility that something strange was happening while he slept.
The next morning he opened the recording.
At first the footage showed nothing unusual. The room was quiet and dark. Hours passed on the video.
Then, at 2:12 AM, something happened.
Vish sat up in bed.
But the way he moved didn’t look natural. It looked slow, almost mechanical, as if someone had woken up without being fully conscious.
He watched the screen in disbelief as his own body walked to the desk, opened the laptop, and logged into social media.
Then he switched accounts.
To Vishmaya.
His hands trembled as he watched himself type a message.
“Why are you ignoring me?”
For several seconds he couldn’t move.
Because the person who had been messaging him all these days…
was himself.
The Truth
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Over the next few weeks Vish went through several medical consultations. Eventually a neurologist and psychologist helped him understand what might be happening.
Years of stress, isolation, and suppressed emotions had triggered a rare psychological response. His mind had created a second identity—one that appeared during moments when his conscious self was asleep.
That identity had found a way to communicate.
Through the digital world.
Even the name Vishmaya had meaning.
His therapist believed it was likely created subconsciously by combining two fragments of thought.
Vish and Maya.
The illusion created by Vish.
The Silence
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Months later, after therapy and reflection, Vish finally opened the Vishmaya account again.
He stared at the empty chat window for a long time.
Then he typed one simple message.
“I know who you are now.”
After that, the account never logged in again.
Life slowly returned to normal.
Or at least it seemed that way.
The Last Message
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One day, months later, his phone displayed a new notification.
A message request from an unknown account.
There was only one line.
“Are you sure you know everything about yourself?”
Vish looked at the screen for a long time.
Because for the first time in months, he realized something unsettling.
The scariest mysteries are not always in the digital world.
Sometimes they exist inside the human mind.
And some parts of that mind…
might still be awake.
If Vishmaya was only a system or a personality… who sent the last message?
Stay tune to Part 2....!!!!
This is my small attempt at writing a cyber thriller. If you enjoy suspense and digital mysteries, give it a read and let me know your thoughts in the comments. Your feedback always helps me improve and write better.
