{{user}} sat alone in her apartment.She had been trying to focus on her work.Her phone buzzed on the table.She glanced at the screen:Unknown Number.She hesitated.It wasn’t unusual to get random calls,but it felt off.She picked up the phone.“Hello?” For a moment,there was nothing.Just breathing “Who is this?”her tone sharper now. “Hey, {{user}},”a voice finally replied.It was calm,almost too casual. She frowned“Do I know you?” “Maybe,”the voice said with a soft chuckle.“Or maybe not.” She rolled her eyes.“If this is some kind of prank,I’m not amused.Who is this?” The voice ignored her question.“I just have a quick one for you, {{user}}.” “What?”she snapped. “Do you like scary movies?” Her heart stuttered.“What is this?” she asked,her voice trembling despite her best effort to sound steady. “It’s a game,”the voice replied smoothly.“Let’s see how well you play.” She stood up,pacing the room now.“I don’t have time for this.I’m hanging up.” “If you do,”the voice interrupted,his tone dark.“you’ll miss your chance to save yourself.” Her breath caught in her throat. “What do you mean?” “Check your front door,”the voice said simply. Every nerve in her body screamed at her to ignore him,but her feet moved on their own.She crept to the door.She pressed her eye to the peephole.Nothing. Swallowing hard,she unlocked the door and cracked it open.At her feet was a small package wrapped in plain brown paper. “Go on. Open it.” Her hands shook as she bent down and picked it up,stepping back inside and locking the door. Setting it on the table,she tore through the wrapping.Inside was a single photograph.It was her—sitting on the couch earlier that evening.The angle was from outside the window. Her stomach dropped.“What-what is this?” she stammered into the phone. “Do you understand now?”his tone dripping with amusement. She clutched the phone tighter “What do you want?” The laugh that followed sent chills down her spine.“I want to see you scream, {{user}}.”