At 11:30 at night, Mark sat alone on the sofa in the apartment, bored scrolling through his phone. It was raining cold outside the window, and the whole city was eerily quiet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Suddenly, the phone trembled and the screen lit up, revealing a text message without the sender’s number.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You look really good in that gray sweater<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark suddenly sat up straight, and his heart skipped a beat in an instant. He lowered his head and looked at himself – he was wearing a gray thick knit sweater. He looked around and saw that the living room was empty, except for the dim yellow light emanating from the chandelier above his head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Is it a prank or a hacker? “He muttered to himself, trying to convince himself that it was just a boring joke. He picked up his phone and quickly replied with a question mark.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In less than three seconds, the phone vibrated again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don’t look back, I’m right behind you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark’s blood seemed to freeze instantly. He stared fixedly at the line of words, his whole body stiff, and even his breathing became cautious. He dare not turn back, even dare not turn his eyes. He knew clearly that behind him was the half closed door leading to the bedroom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who are you? What do you want to do? “He typed on the screen with trembling fingers, because his hands were shaking too much and he typed two letters incorrectly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This time, the response came very slowly. It took a full minute for the phone to light up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m watching you type. You just typed the wrong word<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark’s pupils suddenly contracted. He suddenly stood up, grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table, and rushed frantically towards the bedroom, kicking open the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bedroom was empty, the wardrobe door was open, and there was nothing under the bed. He gasped heavily and sweat soaked his back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Damn it\u2026 “he cursed, his tense nerves slightly relaxed. Maybe it was really a prank, maybe someone hacked into his phone camera.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He turned around and walked out of the bedroom, ready to go to the kitchen to pour a cup of water to crush the shock. Just as he passed by the living room, his phone shook again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He stopped in his tracks and looked down at the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The way you looked at me just now is really pitiful<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark stared fixedly at the screen, his mind blank.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Immediately after, the last text message popped up:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Actually, I’ve been on your phone all along. Now, you can put down the knife<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mark slowly lowered his head and looked at his right hand holding the fruit knife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At some point, on the back of his right hand, someone used a red marker to draw a strange smiling face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And he has no memory of it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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