Trying to get my mind off of what just happened, I turn on the radio. "Alright then folks", the radio begins, "this next song is from a girl named Annie who says, 'To Andy, the love of my life.', how sweet." I make a move to turn it off, but my curiosity gets the best of me. "Every breath you take. Every move you make. Every bond you break. Every step you take. I'll be watching you." At this point I'm terrified, so I grabbed the cursed box and throw it against the wall. With each passing second my paranoia grows; am I going insane? I swear I didn't make my bed this morning, or did I? These tapping noises can't be in my head, are they? The worst part? I know she's capable of anything. This isn't paranoia. This is a warning. Isn't it? "Leave me alone, Annie!" My screams are answered only by a purely wicked laugh to which I have to ask myself if it is even real. I've checked the entire apartment, three times to be exact, and all the entrances are locked shut. Calling the police would do nothing but make me look insane, I at least know her enough to know that. Feeling utterly helpless, I take some melatonin and pray to just sleep through the rest of the day.
