I was sitting down in my therapist's waiting room. There was a girl sitting in front of me waiting to go first. The door to the therapist's office swung open and outcame a girl in tears. She kept repeating, "I'm not crazy don't send me away." I thought it was odd but this must happen a lot. After the girl had left the building the therapist, Bella, stepped out of the room and asked for Lynsie, the girl in front of me. She walked into the room with Bella and they were there for around 30 minutes. I sat waiting for my turn and it finally came. Lynsie opened the door and started to walk out while Bella followed and asked to see me. I noticed while walking past the chair Lynsie was sitting in there was a phone laying in the chair. I thought to myself if it wasn't gone by the time my appointment was done I would take it home with me.
I finished my appointment and started to walk out while Bella was calling in the next client. I walked towards the chair again to see if the phone was still there. To my surprise it was so I went over to the chair, bent over, and picked the phone up to put it in my pocket. After that I left the building, got into my truck and started on my way home.
When I got home I felt a vibration from my back pocket. It was from the phone I had picked up. It was a message. I grabbed the phone out of my pocket to see what the message was. I hit the power button and the message read, "I know who you are." The number was unsaved in the phone and the phone didn't have a password. I clicked on the message and was brought to the messaging app on the phone. I started to type, "Who is this?" but I was not sure if I should reply since it was not my phone. I was going to drop the phone off at the police station in the morning and report it as lost. I opened up the messaging app again and I started to type out, "Sorry I found this phone at my therapist's office. This phone does not belong to me if you do know who it belongs to please tell me so I can give it back to the correct owner." Then I hit send. A couple minutes later the phone started to buzz again. I picked it up hoping the person had responded telling me the owner of the phone. It was not the owner of the phone's name but it was mine. "Olivia Miller," it read. I did not know how they knew my name. It was not my phone. I had never touched this phone before. I decided I was not going to touch the phone anymore. I went up to my room, put the phone down on my nightstand and went to sleep.
As I started to doze off and fall asleep the phone started to ring and flash. I picked it up off the nightstand and answered it. I said, "Hello sorry but the original owner of the phone does not have the phone right now."
A deep voice on the other end replied. He said, "Yes I am aware of that miss Olivia miller. I know. I'm looking at you right now in fact. I can see you sitting there, in your bed, in your pajamas."
I started to freak out and try to hide. He then started to say, "Don't try to run. Don't try to hide. I already know who you are, what you look like, and where you live. I know everything about you. You will not be able to hide from me. If you do I will find you."
I was unaware of what to do but I was scared. The phone hung up and I received a message. It was an image. I opened it and it was an image of me, where I was sitting. I went over to the window and it looked like it had been taken from. I locked it and closed the blinds. I received another message, another picture. This time it was from the corner. The corner in my room. I slowly turned to the corner and just started. There was no man nor woman, not even a camera. I convinced myself that I was dreaming. There was no way any of this could be real. I shut off the power to the phone and started to rest my head on my pillow, then I fell asleep.
In my dream there was a man. He was tall, had black hair, white skin, a big long black trench coat, and he was wearing a black hat. I could faintly see him because it was dark and raining. He started walking closer to me and I realized he had no face. I was so scared so I started to run. I ran till I found a dumpster. I hid inside the dumpster. I sat there not knowing what I was waiting for but I was waiting. The lid opened then I woke up but I was not in my bed. I was standing outside my house. I decided it was time to check myself in somewhere. This has gone way past the phone.
I put the phone in my pocket and ran as quickly as I could to my car then drove to the nearest mental hospital. When I was checking myself in I tried to grab the phone out of my pocket but it was no longer there. The lady at the desk was talking to me about it and explained that this had been happening to a lot of the people checking themselves in recently.
