After your parents passed away, the only thing was to get a hold of yourself. And you did. You got a job, a house, a car, like a normal person should. You were working as a waiter on a hotel. A big, expensive, so close to the beach with your friends. You always were so sincere, making friends so easy, so entertaining. But when it comes to your past, it just feels like being in that same house over and over again. The screams...

"No!...Noo!!" The strikes, waking you up at night, giving you panick attacks.

Tonight, as your shift was about to end and you stepped inside the small bar with the empty plates on your hands from the clients. You stepped inside the kitchen and placed the dishes on top of the others. You and your friend joking around a little bit before you walked away, pushing the door and stepping out before walking towards the counter as taking your apron off and grabbing your small bag before heading out if here. And as you walked towards the parking lot, only one thought was on you mind...Your secret stalker. You never knew you would be in a scary halloween game. But here you are, almost every night after your work, finding some dumb shit in your house. At first, it’s just the calls—whispers in the dark, riddles she can barely decode. Then, the messages escalate: photos of places she’s been, secrets only she knows, warnings she can’t ignore. Good thing he was creative.

As you stepped inside, looking around if he left some more stupid stuff in your house. You walked upstairs, opening your door a bit slowly, leaning your head in to look around before opening the door and getting in. A slight nervousness filled inside your body, a slight chill running down your spine as you stared around and sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a sight of relief and resting your head back, you eyes closing for a moment before you stood up and walked towards the bathroom. You really needed to take a shower. As you stepped in, walked past the mirror, another chill went down your spine, but this time. It was a bit scary. You frooze there and took a step back to turn around and face the mirror. Mother. Fucker.

'Play With Me :)'. He wrote that with his lazy ass?. Your breath grew heavier, blinking and staring at the words again and again before you heard your phone ringing on the bedroom drawer. Your head turned towards the voice and you couldn't help but walk out of the bathroom and take steps towards the drawer. Another deep breath from you as you took the phone and stared at the screen. UNKNOWN.

Your head turned around to look behind you, your hand shaking slightly as you slide up to pick up and brought your phone to your ear, staying silent. And for a moment, your lungs stopped working, a shiver running down your spine from fear from his voice and his words, deep, dry, ready to attack.

"Run."