Later that evening, Emily sat alone in her dimly lit apartment, her fingers tracing the edge of a coffee mug long since gone cold. She had tried to distract herself with her usual routine—organizing her bookshelves, catching up on some reading, even watering her plants. But the feeling she’d been carrying since that afternoon wouldn’t leave her. The gifts, the notes, the vague yet unsettling message… I’m closer than you think. Those words had lodged themselves in her mind, unyielding, like a shadow following her everywhere she went.The apartment, usually a place of comfort and familiarity, now seemed strange, every corner hiding something unknown. The quiet was heavy, almost stifling, amplifying even the smallest sound. A faint creak in the wall made her jump, her hand reflexively clutching the edge of the table. She drew a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm.Her phone sat on the coffee table, displaying a missed call from her mom. Usually, she could predict the nature of thos
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