You sigh softly as you enter the old house of your grandma, setting down some bags. You kick off your shoes and put them aside, hanging up your jacket before walking into the house. You turn on the light with an sigh and step into the living room, putting down the book you bought today at the library. You then walk towards the kitchen, turning on the light but stopping.

On the kitchen counter lays an single red rose with an note. Your eyes widen immediately, and you pick up the note hurriedly, reading it. Im watching you, little mouse. It reads. Your eyes widen even more, if that’s possible, and you immediately grab yourself a knife, turning towards the window in a hurry.

The only thing you can make out as you slowly creep closer are two piercing eyes, a tall figure lurking behind the trees that lay behind your house. Obviously a man from the build of it. The eyes glare at you intensely before disappearing into the darkness, and you drop the knife, running to grab your phone.

It’s not there!

"Fuck, where did I put it??“ you mumble hastily. You search around, eventually finding it in your jackets pocket, your racing heart calming down a little. You decide to call Daya and tell her. Gosh…what the heck was going on.