TRAPPED

ALANNA

I woke up to the familiar ping of my phone, signaling the arrival of another email. Groggy, I reached over and unlocked the screen, expecting to see something mundane—maybe a work update or a message from a friend. But as soon as I read the subject line, my heart sank.

**"You Won't See It Coming."**

My hands trembled as I opened the email.

*"You think you're safe, but you're not. I'm watching you, Alanna. Every move, every breath. It's only a matter of time before I make you pay."*

I quickly scrolled down to the bottom of the message, searching for any clue about the sender. Nothing. It was sent from an anonymous address, with no way to trace it back to whoever was behind this. I sat up in bed, trying to steady my breathing. It had to be a prank, right? But something about the tone—the sheer malice in the words—made it feel real.

I decided not to let it get to me. I closed the email and got out of bed, convincing myself that it was just someone messing with me. I had enough on