You text back

With alarmingly steady hands you slowly text back "What do you want" your finger hovering over the emergency dial button, trying to figure out why you haven't pressed it yet. You kick the covers off, feeling restrticted by the heavy material. "why am I so calm?" you question yourself internally, patiently waiting for a text from someone who is almost certainly sneaking around inside your house. Another buzz "I want you" Comes the written reply, followed by another "And I will have you" You close the messaging app and after a few seconds realise you'd stopped breathing, your mind to busy to regulate normal bodily functions. Drawing a long deep breath you rise to your feet, standing infront of the door and taking one last look at the mobile device in your hand. You tremble as you realise it's time to decide...to act