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I level him with a look. “Fuck off.”

He howls with laughter.

I wait until he’s asleep to sneak out, the mask in my hand.

I know it’s insane. I just saw her a few hours ago.

But I need to see her again.

Make sure she’s okay.

The cool October air hits my face, but I barely feel it.

Once I’m close to her house, I put on the mask.

Then I settle against my usual tree.

I suck in a breath when I see her.

Presley’s wearing orange and black flannel pajamas. She’s pacing around the living room, a concerned expression on her face.

My phone vibrates in my pocket.

I pull it out and look at the screen.

Presley: This is going to sound insane.

I'm intrigued.

Me: Tell me anyway.

Three dots appear. Disappear. Then return again.

Presley: I think someone’s been watching me.

My mouth curves.

This should be interesting.

Me: Someone?

Presley: There was a man in the woods.

I stare at the message.

The irony.

Me: Are you sure?

Presley: Yes.

Another message appears.

Presley: He was wearing a mask.

Now he’s in your yard wearing a mask and texting you.

Me: What kind of mask?