Scream

She had noticed him a few weeks ago, a dark figure flickering in the shadows. At first it had seemed random, but then he kept appearing again and again. He always kept his distance, but she could feel his gaze on her skin. Every time she returned home, she felt as if he was somewhere nearby.

One night she found a note on the table with a smudged handprint on it. A minute later the phone rang. The voice on the other end was low:

— Do you have a boyfriend?

• No, why are you asking, do you want to invite me on a date?

• Yes, so what's your name?

• Why do you need to know this?

— I want to know who I'm looking at.

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