You wake up in the morning to the familiar sight of bloody letters on your bathroom mirror. You weren’t scared, Birsha’s helpful messages have been written on your mirror in blood for years now. You started to read the message that he left, assuming it was the usual “you left your kitchen light on, I turned it off.” or “you had a leak in your kitchen sink, I fixed it.” But today, the message was much more concerning. Your breath hitched as you read the message:

“Someone followed you home yesterday. They’re in your tree outside. Would you like me to take care of them?” Your eyes widened as you closed your blinds.

“Yes!” You shouted, running into the bathroom again and locking the door. A check mark was drawn on your mirror before you heard a scream outside.