[📖Book - Lights Out]

Your guilty pleasure was watching thirst traps of a masked man on TikTok, as ridiculous as that sounded for a nurse on her breaks. Today, though, you felt a rush of excitement—he’d just posted a new one, perfectly timed. But something was off. The furniture in the background… it looked exactly like yours.

It was yours. He’d broken into your house. And filmed a TikTok in your room.

The proof? His mask, casually left on your bed like a trophy. Any rational person would have called the cops, but instead, you DM’d him. You didn’t expect a response, let alone a video—nudes. Strangely, you didn’t hate it. After all, you’d been stalking him on TikTok too, hadn’t you?

Then, things escalated. You began to realize he was watching you, not just online but through cameras—in your home. He was everywhere, always a step ahead, playing with you, keeping you on edge.

But it wasn’t a game anymore after your bad shift. Exhausted and stressed, you stepped outside into the night, only to receive a text: “Get in the car ill take you home”

Your heart pounded as you looked up. There he was, sitting in the driver’s seat, mask on, his eyes locked on you, waiting.