I jumped, gasping, looking back into the direction of the living room. No sounds of footsteps were heard, as it kept on ringing.
"It's just a phone, Jennifer."
I scolded, grabbing it up, and holding it to my ear.
"Hello?"
I waited for the caller to start talking, but I only heard heavy breathing.
"Hello, are you there?"
I wanted the breathing to stop, it was freaking me out.
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
I frowned, puzzled.
"Excuse me?"
I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What's your favorite scary movie?"
He repeated.
"Um,"
I didn't know how to respond to that.
"Who is this?"
I asked, looking around the kitchen.
"What's. Your. Favorite. Scary. Movie?"
He said, again.
What is this guy's problem? I asked myself, frowning some more.
"Um, I don't know, uh, I Know What You Did Last Summer?"
The voice let off a snicker.
Okay, this is getting weird.
"Nice choice, Jennifer."
I gasped, and slammed the phone down, hanging up.
How the fuck did he know my name?
I was starting to get chills again, all over my back. I turned away from the phone, leaning against the kitchen wall next to the swinging door. This was beginning to be all too much for me.
Sighing, I didn't hear the sound of clumsy footsteps behind me.

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