Elena's POV
My fingers trembled over the screen.
One message. Unknown number.
I didn't blink. Didn't breathe. Just tapped it open.
"You're so easy to scare."
Three seconds passed. Then five.
My stomach turned.
Whoever this was, they weren't done.
And they were enjoying this.
I gripped the phone tighter, as if that could protect me.
It couldn't.
I wanted to scream. To cry. To run.
But I stood still.
Frozen.
Not out of fear.
Out of fury.
I typed faster this time—less fear, more rage.
"Who the hell are you?"
Three dots appeared.
Typing.
Then nothing.
Gone.
I stared at the screen, pulse thudding in my ears.
They wanted control.
And they had it.
But not for long.
The phone slipped into my hand like a weapon.
I wasn't going to play this game lying down.
I paced the room, fists clenched. The silence felt louder than any scream.
Then—
A soft thump.
I froze.
It came from the hallway.
