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IX.

╭ Nine; 𝜗𝜚 — Creepy ╮

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     MY HEAD WAS THROBBING WHEN I woke up. The sun beamed through my window, my curtains flowing thanks to the small breeze that managed to slide through the crack of my window sill. The ringing of my phone was pounding throughout my eardrums. Why did I choose the most annoying ringtone for phone calls?

"What?" I asked groggily, not in the damn mood. It's too fucking early, and I went to sleep late as fuck last night thanks to me crying my eyes out because I couldn't get my spider. It's been my dream spider since I was a little girl — and I didn't think it'd be so expensive. I only have five hundred damn dollars to my name.

"Did you sleep well, little spider?"

The fatigue immediately left my body — my blood running cold when a deep raspy voice echoed through my phone and into my ear. I pull my phone away from my ear, seeing the contact name. Unknown. This fucking weirdo called me? Seriously? Pushing the phone back to my ear, I gripped it tightly. "What the fuck is this?"

"I just wanted to call my girl, that's all." The voice was obviously not real. It sounded too robotically raspy. And way too damn deep to even be real. "Is there a problem with a man wanting to make sure his girl slept well?"

"I'm not your girl, asshole." My anger was only building. And my paranoia also grew just as strong as the anger that was flowing through my bloodstream. "You're a fucking weirdo! I don't even know you."

The chuckle that rippled through my phone speakers and into my ears made my spine tingle.

"Mmm, easy, baby." The stranger said, those words having the same effect his chuckle had. Except it was multiplied. Those tingles weren't only chilling down my spine but down every inch of my body. The way he said it was the sexiest thing ever. "Oh, right. Did you get my gift?"

My brows knit together, my eyes immediately locking on my door. Gift? Fuck, did he hurt Ellis? Is there a box behind my door right now with Ellis' head in it? Or his hands? My heart pounded, a slight sting in the back of my throat. If Ellis was hurt because of me, I would never forgive myself — ever. "It's not behind the door, little spider." The man spoke once more. How the fuck did he know I was looking at my door? Okay, I'm officially fucking freaking out.

"On your desk, baby."

I tear my gaze away from my door, landing on my table. And my heart skipped a beat. On my desk, in the empty spot next to my monitor was. . .a glass cage. Decorated and set up with spider food on top. And in the cage was — holy fuck — the spider I tried getting yesterday. Oh, my god. Was this man following me? How is this happening?

I didn't even stay on the phone any longer: hanging up on this fucking creep and getting off my bed. I threw my phone on the bed and rushed to my desk. This isn't real, I'm just imagining things. Yeh. This is all just some weird dream that I'll wake up from in a few minutes. But, I knew deep down this wasn't some stupid dream. This was my new reality. A strange man texting me and probably fucking stalking me.