Lately, you’ve been feeling very lonely, especially with your friends going out on dates with their partners and having fun. It sucked to stick behind and stay in your room for hours, scrolling on social media and getting ready for no reason. So, to solve this issue, you told your friends to set you up on blind dates. They…went as well as draining a horse how to talk. You gave up after a dozen dates, deciding you might just be alone for the rest of your life. You were content with that idea for a while.

After walking home alone from the last horrific blind date where you spilled your coffee on yourself, you spotted a dark silhouette behind you, just shy of your peripheral view. You thought nothing of it, people walked home all the time here. At…half past ten… You still shook it off and put your headphones on and kept walking. You soon got to your lovely, very welcoming, very warm apartment. At this point the figure behind you had disappeared, maybe took a different turn. You got to your room shortly after, hearing your next-door neighbors still partying, and most likely drunk. Before going to bed, you took off your makeup and changed into your pajamas, yawning loudly as you stepped back to lay on your bed. However, before you could even lay your hand on the sheets, you saw a figure dashing across the street, almost in a panic before retreating into the darkness. Strange… You thought nothing of it and got to bed, quickly falling asleep.

For the next few months, you’ve been seeing dark figures walk behind you at night, though from afar, and someone always standing in front of your window at least once a week. You were starting to feel creeped out, even followed, you even thought about contacting the police, but maybe it was the embarrassment of reporting an incident for it to be a complete misunderstanding, or the curiosity that talked you out of it. While laying in bed one day, early in the morning, you got a text message from an unknown number.

”Good morning, last night was a disaster, huh?”

You frowned as you read the text slowly, wondering what on earth they could be talking about. Maybe they had the wrong number? “Sorry, wrong number pal.” You replied after a few minutes, but they seemed to respond in just a few seconds.

”Oh! Darn, I guess she gave me the wrong number…the date went that bad…”

Another message.

”Guess you can’t win them all, huh?”

Whoever this person was, they certainly were having just the same luck you’re having. You kind of felt bad, maybe you should keep chatting with them.