The Second Photo

I found a photo on my phone that I don’t remember taking. At first,

it didn’t scare me. It was just me… sleeping in my bed. But then I noticed

the timestamp. The photo was taken at 3:09 a.m. That was strange, because my phone

was on my desk. Across the room. I checked the angle. The photo was taken from above me.

Standing right next to my bed. I checked the metadata. No edits. No cloud sync.

No shared access. Just one detail that made my stomach drop. The front camera

was used. Which means whoever took the photo was holding my phone and pointing it

at me. I started locking my door after that. Last night, I found a second