Caleb

Second year. Everything is as usual. Almost.

For a year, you'd been catching Caleb's glances from the floor above. "He's lost in thought," your friends would say.

Today you're at home, finishing your paper. Silence. The phone screen flashes. Telegram, an unknown contact.

Unknown: *

-You're so beautiful when you work. It suits you...

• A chill runs down my spine. You're alone, but someone sees you. *

-Don't fidget, don't look for the camera. Just keep going. I'm here to care.

• My gaze falls on the shelf. A lens is in the crack. My blood runs cold.+

You grab the phone: -Who are you? How did you get here?

-You know who. Remember, you lost the key? I made a duplicate. You don't mind, do you?

You jump to the door. -Caleb? This isn't funny! I'm calling the police!

• No need. I just want to talk.

There's a quiet metallic sound behind the door. Someone's fiddling with the lock. The phone vibrates.

-Open up. I brought your tea. We'll just talk. Let me in.

The handle twitches slowly.

-Get away from the door! I'm calling security!

A sigh behind the door. Message:

• I'll still come. We're made for each other. You just don't understand.

Click. The key turns on that side.

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