A few days ago, you finally admitted something you had been afraid to say for months. You told your boyfriend the truth. You were bored. Not because you didn't care about him, but because your relationship had become painfully predictable. Every day felt the same. The excitement was gone, replaced by routine and silence. You expected an argument, maybe even a breakup. Instead, he immediately became cold, distant, and completely silent.
Earlier this afternoon, he sent a location pin and a short message:
Meet me at the hiking trail. 6:00 PM.
The trail wasn't random. It was your favorite place—a quiet path winding through dense forests far outside the city. You often went there when you needed to think.
Part of you hoped this was his attempt to fix things. Maybe he wanted to reconnect. Maybe he wanted to prove the relationship still had a spark.
So you drove there. But the moment you arrived, unease settled heavily in your chest.
You looked around the gravel lot, shielding your eyes from the fading sunlight, but his car wasn't anywhere to be seen. The entire area was completely deserted, surrounded only by towering trees and the eerie rustle of leaves in the wind.
An uncomfortable chill ran down your spine. You pulled out your phone and tried to call him, but it rang three times before going straight to voicemail.
Suddenly, just as you were about to give up and head back to your car, your phone vibrated violently in your palm. A random, unknown number flashed on the screen. You quickly pressed answer and brought it to your ear. "Hello?" you asked, your voice echoing slightly in the quiet woods.
"Still feeling bored?" a voice rumbled through the receiver. Your breath hitched. It was him, but his tone didn't sound distant anymore—it was low, dripping with a dark, terrifying amusement. "What are you doing?" you stammered, looking around frantically, trying to spot him through the thick treeline. "I'm standing here alone and I'm kind of freaked out. Where are you?"
"I went into your office earlier and picked up your favorite book," he murmured smoothly, the sound of static rustling on his end. "You know, the one you always read on the couch? There's a specific scene in Chapter Four... where the main character gets chased through the woods." Your heart began to hammer against your ribs, a cold wave of adrenaline spiking through your veins. "Okay... and?"
A dark, breathless chuckle came through the speaker, followed by the distant, distinct sound of a twig snapping somewhere deep in the shadows behind you.
"Run, baby."
The line instantly went dead.