You used to find comfort in those late-night chats with him. You thought he was just a stranger you’d stumbled upon by chance in the crowded world of apps and online profiles. His words were always light, always chosen to make you smile, until his presence became part of your nightly routine.

But then something unsettling crept in: how did he know details you had never told him? How could he hint at places you had been, or describe your clothes on days when you hadn’t shared a single photo? You brushed it off as coincidence, or maybe just clever guesses.

Until that night… when he wrote something that froze the blood in your veins: “You don’t look very comfortable on the balcony tonight… maybe the cold is stronger than you expected.”

Your heart stopped. You hadn’t told him you were on the balcony. You hadn’t posted a picture. You hadn’t typed a word. Slowly, you lifted your gaze, and in the dark window of your neighbor’s apartment, you felt a stare consuming you. That was when the truth hit you: he wasn’t some random online friend. It was never a coincidence. He was your deranged neighbor, watching every detail of your life, shadowing your steps in silence.

From that moment on, your nightly chats weren’t a harmless pastime anymore. They were a trap you had been weaving yourself—caught between the glow of your phone screen and the unseen eyes just across the wall.