Stall

You were a beautiful girl with a good figure and excellent grades—life seemed smooth on the outside, but a clinging anxiety settled inside. You were being watched. You never saw your face, only heard messages coming from a hidden number. The only thing he said was, "I'm an albino, even my eyes are almost white, like a blind kitten." And this detail, this almost tender formulation, made you feel even more terrified.

You were tired of flinching at every rustle. When the envelope with the letter and the keys to the villa fell into the mailbox. The sea beckoned with the opportunity to forget, even though you were afraid, and you went. The house stood on the outskirts, there was not a soul around, only the beach and the sea. You hoped to catch your breath.

But you suffered from sleepwalking, and on the very first night the illness played a cruel joke. Unconsciously, you followed the sound of the water. The sea was raging like crazy. You almost went under when someone else's grip yanked you back. Nearby, on the wet sand, you and he were breathing heavily. It became clear: there was no one here except the stalker. You tried to crawl away, but he squeezed your shoulders tighter, pulling your back to his wet chest. You almost didn't see him in the darkness. And then he leaned over and slowly hissed.

• My sunshine, you can't escape me. If you die, even from sleepwalking, your family will die for you. You need to have your loved ones by your side.