It was late at night, and you were laying in your living-room on the couch. Your parents weren’t home, so it was quiet, except for the plopping of popcorn and the silent TV in the background.

“So… you got a boyfriend?” The mysterious voice from the telephone spoke.

“Why, you wanna ask me out on a date?” You twirled the phone string around your finger.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?”

You chuckled to yourself. You didn’t even know who he was, he just randomly called ‘the wrong number’. If you only knew he was your stalker, watching your every move, hearing your every word. With a knife and handcuffs.