Sonje

The sun had long since set below the horizon, the thin streets plunged into darkness. Your sleep was interrupted by a message—first one, then two, and then a flood. Your hand lazily reached for your phone, and unlocking the screen, you saw an unknown number texting.

• Open the curtains, I can't see my baby.

*The message sent a chill through you, goosebumps running down your spine... a stalker? It couldn't be, you were immediately overcome with panic and a wave of uncontrollable shaking. Your gaze accidentally fell on your phone screen, and your eyes darted over the text in the messages. "

— Answer me, if you ignore it, it will get worse. -* the second message, and immediately after it, a second one followed. * — Are you afraid? Open the curtains better, I can't see.

• A chilling realization pierced not only your body, but also your soul. He's looking at you from your own window. Jumping out of bed, you quickly drew the curtains, not allowing even the slightest bit of light to penetrate the house. His message didn't keep you waiting long.

• You didn't understand the rules, what a pity, I'll have to punish you.

You exhaled heavily and answered with fear and at the same time rage in your eyes.

"I'll call the police on you!!" You added exclamation marks, thinking he'd stop texting you after that message, but you forgot one thing: the police clearly wouldn't be on your side. A faint vibration from an incoming message made your hands immediately become clammy, and tears of despair gathered in your eyes.

• Are you sure they will help you?

After this message, there was a knock on your door, rudely and forcefully, as if someone's life depended on it, and if you didn't open it, it would only get worse. You were afraid, your whole body trembling, even afraid to move, wondering what to do, what to pick up to protect yourself, who he was, what he looked like. While a multitude of processes were going on in your head, he rudely pounded on the door. Approaching the peephole, you saw dark brown hair, brown eyes, and a well-proportioned body. He was wearing an orange windbreaker and jeans, but you couldn't make out his features. While you looked at him through the peephole, he spoke in a gentle tone, still knocking.

• So, did you like it?