At 2:17 AM, Maya’s phone buzzed.
She groaned, half-asleep, and reached for it.
1 new notification.
It was from an unknown number.
“Don’t turn around.”
She frowned. Probably a prank. Wrong number. She lived alone on the 8th floor—there was no one to “turn around” to anyway.
She rolled her eyes and locked her phone.
A second later, it buzzed again.
1 new notification. Same number.
“I said don’t.”
Now she was awake.
Her heart started beating faster, but she forced a laugh. “Okay, not funn