"Something's wrong with my phone."
She kept her eyes on the screen as she scooped up the glass of wine with her other hand and walked from the kitchen into the living room. He sat on the couch, an X-Box controller in his hand, scanning through the available entertainment options mindlessly. Neither of them looked up as he said "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." She said and looked through the text. It read BE HOME SOON.
"It keeps sending me your text late. See this one?" She hovered the screen inches away from his face. He gave it a brief glimpse and then looked back to the T.V.
"That's weird." He said and went back to scanning the newest movie releases in the On-Demand queue.
She laid the phone down on the coffee table. Her knees went up to her chest and she leaned her body against his as she laid her legs parallel on the couch. He opened himself to her, laying his arm on the back support and manipulating the controller with one hand. Together, they went through the list of movies and he selected a scary one.
"Oh baby." She began, but he smiled and gave her a wink. She knew he would hold her tight if she got frightened. Knowing result, she began to look forward to being terrorized.
The phone buzzed on the table. Her eyes went to it and then went to him. He shrugged, keeping his eyes on the screen ahead. She would answer it and he would judge her quietly. One more second was given to the action on-screen and then she picked up her phone. It read ON MY WAY.
Frowning, she leaned down to put it back down when the phone jumped in her hand. The message read WEIRDEST THING. GUY ON SUBWAY LOOKS JUST LIKE ME.
She peered at the phone bewildered, and in reply, her phone shuttered again. The message read I SAW HIM THROUGH THE WINDOW OF THE TRAIN CAR. IT'S SO SPOOKY.
The messages came unceasingly. She felt the panic well within her like a stoked fire. The phone shook like a trauma victim, each quake regurgitated fear that dug under her skin like earthworms.
HE SAW ME LOOKING AT HIM.
I THINK HE'S FOLLOWING ME.
I'M GOING TO CALL THE COPS.
OH MY GOD
CALL THE COPS
HES COMING FOR ME.
When the messages were sent, she was standing and he was standing. She was sizing him up, wondering if he would lunge for her if she tried to make it to the door. He was smiling and his tongue passed over his dagger-like teeth. Her fingers clutched her phone like it was the only thing that mattered in her world. She felt it shake, like a death rattle, and she couldn't help but look as the final message came.
DONT LET HIM IN!!!!