"Sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn't help much." He said to you in a sinister voice on the call. He was coming to you. You knew it. He knew now where you lived. Because the call you'd recieved was from your boyfriends number.

You could track your boyfriends phone and he could track yours. And you could see right now that he was only a kilometer away. Your boyfriend was surely dead now. And soon you'd be too. The killer would only stop after he gets rid of you too.

In a panic you decided to call the police but all of a sudden your internet was gone.

You couldn't run away, you were home alone. You didn't know how drive and the nearest police station was—

Just then you heard glass breaking. Heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, with a deep male voice humming a tune.

He was here.