Message Sent at 3:03 AM

At exactly 3:03 a.m., Alex’s phone lit up on his nightstand. New message — From:

Emily His stomach tightened. He hadn’t sent anything. The room was silent except for the low

hum of the fridge in the next room. He picked up the phone with shaky fingers.

> Why did you lock the door? Alex sat up fast. His bedroom door was wide open.

He typed back, hands trembling. > Who is this? The typing dots appeared instantly.

Too instantly. > You know who this is. I’m standing where you left me.

Cold crept up his spine. Alex slowly turned his head toward the dark hallway.

Nothing. Just shadows stacked on shadows. Another buzz. > Check your camera.