S.. “Tonight Changes Everything ⚠️ Larry Isn’t Alone in Chicago — and Bethany Has No Idea What’s Coming😶‍🌫👇

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**Tonight Changes Everything ⚠️

Larry Isn’t Alone in Chicago — and Bethany Has No Idea What’s Coming 😶‍🌫…**

Chicago had a way of swallowing noise, turning danger into background hum. Bethany knew the city well—well enough to keep her head down, keys between her fingers, and her eyes scanning every shadow as she walked home from her late shift.

But Larry… Larry never followed the rules.

He’d been acting strange all week. Forgetting things. Staring past her shoulder during conversations like he was listening to something she couldn’t hear. And tonight—he wasn’t answering his phone.

Bethany hated that her stomach dropped when she thought of him. He was her best friend. He was also the one person who could break her heart without even trying.

10:31 PM — The First Hint

Her phone buzzed.

LARRY: Don’t go home. Seriously.

Then another text—sent two minutes later.

LARRY: If you’re already inside, lock every door.

Bethany froze in the doorway of her quiet apartment, half of her body still outside, the night breeze brushing her back. She swallowed hard.

“What are you doing, Larry…?”

Before she could call him, a heavy thud sounded from upstairs. Not a neighbor. Not at this hour.

Something—or someone—was moving above her.

Meanwhile: Larry

Larry ran.

He sprinted across the CTA platform, breath steaming in the frigid air. His hands shook violently, not from cold but from the thing following him—no, hunting him.

He’d spent the last 48 hours trying to shake it, hide from it, deny it. But tonight… it made itself known.

It whispered his name in a voice that wasn’t human.

And now it knew where Bethany lived.

He’d drawn it to her.

“Just hold on,” Larry whispered, clutching the small silver case in his pocket—the only thing he was told could stop the creature. The only thing his father had left behind before disappearing fifteen years ago.

Back at Bethany’s Apartment

Another thud.

Bethany backed up slowly, locking the front door with trembling fingers. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure whoever was upstairs could hear it.

The lights flickered.

A soft scrape moved down the stairwell, like claws dragging along plaster.

Her phone buzzed again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Bethany. Open the door. It’s me.
UNKNOWN NUMBER: I need to talk to you.

Her breath hitched.

The messages appeared in Larry’s typing style—short, rushed—but they weren’t coming from his number.

“Larry wouldn’t do this…” she whispered.

A shadow appeared at the top of the stairs.

Tall. Wrong-shaped. Knees bending in the wrong direction.

Bethany stumbled backward.

The thing stepped into the light. It was smiling with his smile—Larry’s. But its eyes were completely black.

The Door Explodes Open

“BETHANY, GET DOWN!”

Larry barreled into the apartment at full speed. He tackled her behind the couch just as a guttural roar shook the room.

The creature lunged where she’d been standing seconds earlier.

Bethany screamed.

“Larry—WHAT IS THAT?!”

He didn’t look at her, his eyes locked on the creature wearing his face.

“It’s what came back with me,” he gasped. “From the night I disappeared last winter. I didn’t tell you because I thought I could handle it.”

“You thought—WHAT—”

“It wants you,” he said quietly. “Because you’re the only thing keeping me human.”

Bethany’s breath stopped.

The creature roared again.

Larry threw her the silver case.

“Whatever happens,” he whispered, “don’t let it touch you. And if I change—”

He didn’t finish the sentence.

The Final Moment Before Midnight

The creature screeched.

Larry stepped forward, body trembling, fighting something inside him. His eyes flickered—brown to black, brown to black.

Bethany opened the silver case.

Inside was a photograph of Larry as a child, a strange metal symbol, and a folded sheet of paper with her name on it.

The creature lunged.

Larry roared back.

And Bethany realized—

This was never about killing the creature.
It was about choosing which version of Larry survived the night.