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XI. 𝜗𝜚

╭ Eleven; 𝜗𝜚 — Shadow ╮

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     A COOL CHILL WAFTED THROUGH my window, which was the whole reason why I was up just an hour after I went to sleep. Sure, I can be a deep sleeper. But the second it gets too cold: I'm up. I like being warm and toasty, so I keep my a/c on 66 every night. I know when the air changes. And right now, it's too fucking cold. I finally peel my eyes open, turning my head and looking over at where the chilly air was coming from. My window was opened, the curtains swaying with each breeze from the wind. I didn't leave my window open. I don't ever open it actually.

"The hell?" I mumbled to myself, sitting up. My nipples were hard, the cool air sending goosebumps throughout the skin of my body. Unease settled throughout me, my eyes snapping around my room. I didn't dare move from my bed, too scared. Frozen.

My heart was racing inside my chest, anxiety creeping up the back of my neck. Someone's in my apartment right now. Watching me. I can feel them watching me. Just as my eyes sweep over to the corner of my room — right by my window — my heart rate picks up. I see a silhouette of a man.  He had a hoodie on, and the room was dark so I couldn't see his face. The soft moonlight only casted a soft glow on his body. I could barely even see his hands as he reached into his hoodie pocket, pulling out what looked like a phone. The phone's brightness was low, not helping with the fact that I couldn't see this fucking creeps face.

I watched as his thumb typed along his phone, texting someone. And just as he reached the corner — I'm guessing he pressed the send button — my phone chimed, the familiar ringing echoing throughout my ears. I didn't want to pick it up. But my hand was moving on its own, reaching to my side table and grabbing my phone.

Unknown: Go back to sleep.

My racing heart continued to race, palms sweaty as my eyes scan over the message a million times. It's him. He's in my apartment again. Except this time. . .I am fully fucking aware of it. Dragging my eyes back up to him, I gathered the courage to finally speak. "I'm calling the cops."

He sent another message, a small chuckle echoing throughout my apartment. A chuckle that sounded familiar. So fucking familiar. But, right now, I was to fucking scared to even care about the familiar laugh. So, I ignored the knowing feeling inside my stomach and looked back down at my phone.

Unknown: We both know you're not calling anyone, little spider. Now, be a good girl and go back to sleep. I'm not going to hurt you, baby.

"You expect me to believe that? You'll probably freaking touch me while I'm sleeping like some weirdo! You do realize you just broke into my goddamn apartment, and now you're asking me to trust you and just go back to sleep like nothing happened?" I scoffed, fucking baffled that this man had the goddamn audacity to act like this when I could call the cops right now and he'd be in jail. Why am I not calling the cops right now? I don't fucking know.