You're in front of your computer, chatting to someone you just met in the internet few minutes ago. You're on the middle of laughing so loud because of his funny jokes when he suddenly asked your complete whole name.
You said "I'll answer it then give me yours. Deal?"
He said, "Deal."
You typed down your name and sent it to him. He gave his too and after it, he didn't stopped asking infos about you like your age, phone number, and others. You've been carried away by how he talked to you like the two of you have known each other way better before so you answered all those. In return, he gave infos about himself.
The next day, you opened your fb account and got a message from him. It says there "Good morning. How's your sleep?"
You replied "Good morning too, I had a peaceful sleep last night."
You've waited for a few minutes for his reply but there's none. You were about to log out when his message popped. He was asking for your picture. So you sent him one of your selfies. He complimented you that somehow made you flatter, your cheeks burning hot. You asked him to sent you one.
He said "Okay, wait." Just like what he'd said, you waited. You heard a beep and was excited to open the pic he sent you but you're somehow puzzled. The pic he sent you was your picture sleeping so peacefully but what shocked you the most was that stranger lying beside you, hugging you from behind. Your hands are trembling and your heart beats fast to the point that you're really scared.
You're just alone in your room so how did it happen? Then you heard a beep again, a message from him, "I'm so happy that I had a picture with you." Then he sent you back your selfie. You looked closer to it and scanned the whole pic until your eyes caught something strange. A replica slowly fading away of that old man standing few meters away from you, with blood leaking from his eyes and he's wearing a formal one, that barong and black slacks. All the lights in your room started to flicker until it turned off. Even your computer has shut down. It opened again and you're starting to cry to the point that you want to get out of your room but it seems like your body's refusing from control. Your eyes are fixed on the computer screen and you suddenly screamed on the top of your lungs when a picture of that old man holding your body soaked in blood appeared.
