I walked into my messy bedroom, pushing my dirty clothes with my foot. I pulled my blue curtains open and allowed the sunlight to hit three grey walls that were once white but now had smoke and soot clung to them.
Pulling my chair out to sit upon, I begin to wonder who is going to be online. I turned my computer on and logged into my Facebook; I had a friend request from someone who I'd only met once before at a bar. I accepted, remembering the friendly conversation we had days before. He popped up in private messenger almost straight away.
'Hi, how's it going?' Vince asked.
'Pretty well thanks, and you?'
The conversation went from there. We spoke about music, hobbies and television. I eventually had to go to bed at around ten o'Clock at night. My dreams were hauntings for the past few nights, but tonight was different; I ended up dreaming of some sort of demon creature looking over me at all times - it was large and green with tens of eyes.
I awoke in a sweat and went to my computer, Vince was online. He seemed like such a comforting person, so I trusted him. Except the conversation began to get... strange. He began by asking me what I was wearing.
'Just my pyjamas.' I replied.
'You look so cute in your room.' He typed.
'What?'
'I mean, imagining you in your room, just cold enough that your bottom lip trembles.'
This startled me; I allowed my fingers to roll over my lips, finding them shivering. That's when I realised that my curtains were still open, so I quickly closed them - when I got back to my computer I received a message from Vince.
'I can still see you my darling.'
I pulled the plug to my computer out by the wall and made my way to bed. In a matter of minutes my phone began ringing, number unknown. I answered it, holding my breath.
'Hello?' My voice came across nervous.
'Hello my pet.' A deep, velvet voice spoke back.
'Leave me alone!' I screamed.
I hung up and turned my phone off.
Over that night, my Facebook uploaded pictures of me throughout the past few days. I had no idea what I should do. I thought about just renewing my social media, but I was being followed. I thought about going to the police, but what if he stopped me and caused physical harm after figuring it all out?
A few weeks passed, things getting quieter by the day, until I got a bunch of lilies with a card that read, 'You're next!' After this I did go to the police, but there was no Vince. He had used a false persona this entire time.
And I was next.
