I never even thought about having a stalker. I've only ever had a few boyfriends in my life before, but they kind of disappeared quickly. I thought I was the problem. Maybe I'm not pretty enough, or I have a difficult personality. But the whole situation was completely different. It was night. I just got back from work a few hours ago. I've already had dinner and just got out of the shower. I was wearing only a towel when I sat down on my bed. I got a call from an unknown number. I reset it because the working day was already over and God forbid it was a customer calling. The call was decisively repeated two minutes later. This time I answered. A gruff male voice rang out: -You know, it's bad to ignore. -Who's that? -Your nightmare, - someone mysterious woke up on the other line of the call. -Don't you have anything better to do? Goodbye, - I got up and went to the table, about to drop the call. -Where did you go? I stopped and shuddered. I turned around and looked around. The curtains are drawn. -Looking for someone? We see you.