You were laughing and having fun with this guy who introduced himself as ‘Mark’. But little do you know. it’s not mark. There never was a mark.

‘Oh my god! Your so funny, you can’t see me!’ You said with a laugh at the end, But ghost face wasn’t laughing, he was outside your window; looking at you.

‘I can see you sweetheart, that black bra suits you.’

As soon as he said that you turned shocked and horrified, he could see you. He wasn’t joking; you know that now.