My Snapchat Story

Three

I woke up super late after staying up to finish my paper, but freakily, I found this snapchat message waiting for me.

I kept trying to block the account, but somehow the messages kept getting delivered.

I mostly focused on ignoring the weird snaps as much as possible. Most of them returned to gibberish as they were initially. They tended to arrive sporadically, though the pace seemed to get a little quicker over time.

It was a Friday night, however, when the account started sending me pictures.

Unlike the usual texts, this message came via an actual snapchat message. Though the picture seemed to be just jet black.

I was home alone this night. My two roommates regularly went camping in nearby Hueston Woods, and they would be gone until Sunday night. I didn’t care for sleeping in gnat-infested woods in sweaty tents, so I rarely tagged along.

About fifteen minutes later, I got another snapchat.

I almost wanted to just chuck my phone out the window, but within several seconds of this message came another one.

And it freaked me the fuck out.

While the photo was noticeably low quality, I was able to recognize it instantly.

It was the outside of my house. The camera was zoomed right to my window. I moved over to the window to try to see if I could spy anything out there. It was super dark out, and I couldn’t make anything out.