Haunting-Adeline

They treat it like a concert to avoid lines forming outside the fairgrounds.
Once ckets sell out, you won’t be able to enter. Luckily, I have a computer
genius on my side, and she gets ckets for us before they even go live.
The moment the door clicks shut behind Daya, my phone buzzes.
Thinking it’s Daya tex ng me that she forgot something, I slide my phone
out and open the message without registering who it is.
The second I see the text, my heart drops.
UNKNOWN: Ready for your punishment, little mouse?
I look up and storm over to the window. He’s not standing outside. Daya
is just now pulling out of the driveway and speeding off, her taillights
disappearing through the trees.
I turn around, nervous he found another way inside my home. Or that
he’s already in the house with me and has been the en re me.
ME: Why are you doing this?
His text doesn’t come through right away. I wait with bated breath, and
when I realize I’m glaring at my phone, I nearly throw it across the room.
He’s probably making me wait on purpose.
Finally, my phone buzzes. I force myself to wait a minute before opening
it, just to spite him.
UNKNOWN: You haunt me. It’s only fair I return the sentiment.
I swallow, nervous energy coursing through me as I decide how to
respond.
UNKNOWN: You’re so beautiful when you’re scared.
I drop the phone. Embarrassed and praying he didn’t see my blunder, I
look out the window again. S ll not there.
Where the fuck is he?
As if reading my thoughts, another text comes in.
UNKNOWN: I’m so close, I can smell you.
My hands tremble as I read his text over and over again. The words
begin to blur as panic sets in. He’s here in my house somewhere. I run over
to the kitchen, grab my handy dandy knife and storm back into the living
room.
He hasn’t come out yet, but I imagine he will.
Heart racing and hands shaking, I perch myself on the edge of the
rocking chair, sealing my fate.
ME: Quit being a pussy and come out then.