The dorm room was quiet except for the faint hum of your desk lamp as you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media.

Your phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: "Hey pretty girl."

You frowned, confusion swirling in your chest. Typing quickly, you asked who it was.

A moment later, your phone buzzed again.

Unknown: "God, you look so beautiful right now."

Your breath caught. The casual, eerie familiarity of the message sent a shiver down your spine. How could they see you? Instinctively, you glanced around the room and tightened your grip on the phone. You asked him again who it was.

The reply came almost instantly.

Unknown: "Oh, that doesn’t matter yet, darling."

Your heart raced, the words sending a prickly sense of unease through your body. Deciding not to feed into it, you put the phone face down on the bed and reached for your textbook. You flipped it open, trying to immerse yourself in the assigned reading. The familiar words of the text offered a fleeting sense of comfort. Until your phone buzzed again.

Unknown: "No no no… put your textbook down, baby. Talk to me."

You froze, the words searing into your mind. Your eyes darted toward the window, the partially open curtains making you feel exposed. Heart pounding, you jumped up, quickly locking the door and yanking the curtains shut with trembling hands.

Another buzz. Your hand hovered over the phone before reluctantly picking it up. The message sent a shiver down your spine.

Unknown: "Locking your door and shutting the curtains? What do you think that will do? Stop me from seeing my beautiful lady?"

Panic surged through your veins as your hands shook. You tried to block the number. Maybe it was a prank, but you weren’t about to let it continue.

Almost immediately, another message arrived.

Unknown: "Don’t block me again. It made me mad. Open that f*cking curtain right now."