Your phone had rung 12 times this night. Every night was the same, the same hoarse voice coming through the phone’s horn.

He always called you when you were just ready for bed, ready to get under the comfort of your blanket. But after those calls just a mere thought of comfort, because comfort could never be found anymore since that first call…

You decided to ignore his calls tonight but he just never gave up. Every night the calls gave you more chills. Starting with describing the outside of your house to a detailed description of your pajamas.

After a 13th time, you picked up, even though you’d rather just ignore it.

“Ah, princess…” His voice was a low purr. “You know that I don’t have a lot of patience, I don’t like waiting. I think it’s time we finally meet…”