A loud thud came from her front door. Dahlia screamed and dropped her phone. It landed screen-up, the final message from EchoBlue glowing in the darkness:
“Too late. I’m already inside.”
“Too late. I’m already inside.”
November 17, 2024 at 12:48 PM
A loud thud came from her front door. Dahlia screamed and dropped her phone. It landed screen-up, the final message from EchoBlue glowing in the darkness:
“Too late. I’m already inside.”
“Too late. I’m already inside.”
Adrenaline spiked in her veins. Spinning around, she scanned the room, her breath shallow. The shadows seemed to shift, mocking her panic.
“What do you want?” she typed, her fingers trembling.
The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Finally:
“To see if you’re as brave as you pretend to be.”
“What do you want?” she typed, her fingers trembling.
The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Finally:
“To see if you’re as brave as you pretend to be.”
November 17, 2024 at 12:46 PM
Adrenaline spiked in her veins. Spinning around, she scanned the room, her breath shallow. The shadows seemed to shift, mocking her panic.
“What do you want?” she typed, her fingers trembling.
The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Finally:
“To see if you’re as brave as you pretend to be.”
“What do you want?” she typed, her fingers trembling.
The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. Finally:
“To see if you’re as brave as you pretend to be.”
Dahlia froze. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the fridge. Slowly, she crept to the window and peeked through the blinds. The street was empty.
Her phone buzzed again.
“You’re looking the wrong way.”
Her phone buzzed again.
“You’re looking the wrong way.”
November 17, 2024 at 12:46 PM
Dahlia froze. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the fridge. Slowly, she crept to the window and peeked through the blinds. The street was empty.
Her phone buzzed again.
“You’re looking the wrong way.”
Her phone buzzed again.
“You’re looking the wrong way.”
Her heart raced. She hadn’t enabled location tracking—or so she thought. The message came from EchoBlue, a username she didn’t recognize. Against her better judgment, she replied.
“Who is this?”
The response was instant.
“I’m outside.”
“Who is this?”
The response was instant.
“I’m outside.”
November 17, 2024 at 12:45 PM
Her heart raced. She hadn’t enabled location tracking—or so she thought. The message came from EchoBlue, a username she didn’t recognize. Against her better judgment, she replied.
“Who is this?”
The response was instant.
“I’m outside.”
“Who is this?”
The response was instant.
“I’m outside.”