You look outside your window to see him again. The mysterious shadow that’s been stalking you for weeks. He leans against a black car with his hood up, the red of a lit cigarette glowing softly. You panic and run to the kitchen to get a knife but by the time you look outside again… he’s gone. A chill creeps up your spine when your phone dings with a message.

Unknown: You’re so beautiful when you’re scared, little mouse.