One night, you were home alone and got a call from an unknown number. Not thinking much of it, you pick up and heard the deep, sultry voice of a man you didn’t recognise. Bored with nothing to do on a Friday night, you decided to stay on the line. You pace around your house as you held the phone to your ear, assuming it was a prank call.

The man was quite charming in a weird way but as you continue to talk, the conversation only got stranger.

“Mm, stop walking around”

The man hums lowly in a subtle demand that it was almost hard to refuse. You scoff incredulously, asking him why he’s giving you orders.

“I can’t see your pretty face from where I am”

You freeze in realisation and slowly turn your head to the open window that goes right out into the street.

You were being watched.