The phone’s shrill shrieks yanked the sleep out of Barbara’s eyes.
She groped around in the darkness and finally turned on the bedside lamp. It was 3 am.
Still groggy, she rubbed her throbbing temples in an attempt to regain her bearings. It was time to put the phone out of its misery.
A voice rasped on the other end of the line.
“Hello, Barbara. You look so pretty when you’re asleep. I’ve been watching you for a long time.”
Silence followed, filled only by the caller’s ragged breathing.
Barbara smiled. “I know. Everything’s going according to plan.”