Texts From Behind Me

I moved into the apartment because it was cheap—and because no one warned me.

Every night at 2:17 a.m., my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number:

“Don’t turn around.” I laughed it off… until I realized the message was timestamped tomorrow.

Tonight, at 2:17, my phone buzzed again. This time it read:

“Too late.” I felt breathing on my neck— and my phone slipped from my hands,

still texting… from behind me.