The man behind

It was a dark calm night when Tony received a notification on his brand new phone. Tony had just logged in so it could be one of his friends that had tried to text him, but it was 1: 00AM early in the morning and he knew they were all sleeping. At this point he decided to ignore the notification because two of his friends were at a sleepover together and they probably were playing a trick on him.

The next day as he walked to school he received another text from an unknown number. This time it was from a different number. He started getting worried, his hands trembled as he holded the black phone, all of his friends were at school and none of them were at home. It was raining and the sky was a still, gray cat dreaming of a tranquil adventure. Tony felt some soft rain starting to fall on the cement as his eyes closed.

The poor teenager didn't feel well, he felt as if something was looking at him….or someone. Tony was too scared to continue walking so he ran back home and upstairs, his feet banging on the wooden staircase as he furiously sprinted to reach the front door. By the time he entered the deserted home, his heart was pounding like a drum and he could feel a slight nausea taking control. A little drop of sweat ran down his cheek as he slammed the door closed.

Tony decided that the best thing to do was checking the two notifications. The first message said:

"Hello, do you want to play with me?"

The second message was a picture...a very disturbing picture. It showed a dead dog who had been cruelly slaughtered, there was a knife beside his motionless body, sprinkled with red shiny blood. Tony looked closely at the photo, his nose nearly touching the screen, he immediately closed the app and decided he was all imagining it and the poor boy continued with his day. His mind was full of thoughts, tormenting him without letting him sleep, the image roamed in his pure mind as he writhed in his bed. When the sleepless boy glanced for the last time at the brown wooden door a familiar scratching noise filled his ears, just like the one a dog would do when they want to enter the room. Then Tony realized he didn't have a dog.

The teenager woke up, sweat running down his forehead. Fortunately it was all a horrible dream. His face was an unused piece of white chalk. He decided he would stay awake all night, Tony was too scared to go back to sleep. His twisted stomach rumbled as he sneaked in the silent kitchen, he snached the first snack from the freezer. The chocolate was cold and when he had put the brown freezing bar in his warm mouth the new phone vibrated in his pocket. It was another notification from the unknown number.

Tony pinched his arm, he was sure he was not dreaming. The warm hand of the boy started sweating as he reached for the phone in his pocket. Again, the text was an image. This time he opened the image without hesitation even if Tony's hands were as hard as rocks rumbling down a mountain of anxiety. What he saw was concerning, to say the least. It was an album of photos, hundreds of them. They were all of the poor doomed teenager sleeping, eating supper and walking to school. The most recent one was not a photo, but a video of him eating the chocolate bar.

That was the last video Tony saw.