@ArtFan88

Emma scrolled her favorite art app, posting sketches of her cat. Few hours after her latest post, a new follower, "ArtFan88," messaged her.

"Love your drawings! I’m 13, wanna chat about cats?"

She grinned—finally, a friend who got her. They swapped pet pics, his tabby looking scruffy but cute. Days later, he asked,

"Where does your cat sleep? Near your room?"

Emma typed,

"By my bed,"

without thinking much about it. That night, her phone buzzed:

"Look out your window."

Heart racing, she peeked—nothing but darkness. Then ArtFan88 sent a photo: her cat, snapped through her window glass, with a man’s shadow behind it. She screamed for her mom, realizing "13" was a lie, and her small, real-world details had painted a map to her door.

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