"Emily Hartley, who am I unto?" Her harmless voice spoke into the device, her thoughts centred around who the caller might be.

There was a soft cough, and somehow it bothered her that she took a call from an unsaved number. This person, whoever it was, had called for a while, since the night before from what she saw when she got up from her sleep early this morning.

She had tried to reach back to him or her, but somehow it wasn't connecting and she let it be.

Why should she care?

What does he or she want? It was a man.

Who else stalked in this manner?

"Emily,"...