I was walking down the street, my face glued into my phone. The night was unnecessarily dark around me, like the blackness was choking out my lanky figure. I listened closely, I heard footsteps far behind me. I looked behind me, however nothing caught my eye in the abyss. I slowly picked up my pace. I heard the steps, slowly picking up in speed to match mine. I shot a look behind my back, and I saw a man dimly illuminated in the outer glow of a street light. My heart nearly stopped. The man turned his head as he started intently, and he broke into sprint at me as the street light's power cut off. I dropped my phone and ran as fast as I could to my dorm. I slammed the door behind me and broke down into a sob. It was too late for any of my friends to be up to comfort me. My life continued as per normal, however I had to get a new phone which was a pain in the ass. I had almost forgotten about the entire situation until one day I was in class when my phone lit up. It was from a photo stream, but none of my family members own iPhones like I do. I looked and only my iCloud address was in the stream, and there was only one picture. It was all black. I don't remember uploading anything, however I wrote it off just as some weird type of bug.

The seemingly same picture would be posted a couple times throughout the day, and I was becoming increasingly unsettled. I was sat in front of my computer in my dorm, trying to grind out some ideas for my English class. A steady stream of the black picture was being uploaded. I was properly creeped out when I noticed something in one of the pictures. What was it? It looked like writing.... but I couldn't quite make out the letters. The first was an N, that was for sure. I couldn't.. quite.. make out the rest. My heart was pounding as the pictures kept coming into the photo stream. I stared intently at the picture, everything else seemed to stop in time, my dorm was silent and pitch black, besides the illumination my monitor provided. I could hear the sound of my jeans rubbing against my chair as my leg bounced up and down uncontrollably out of anxiety and fear. I looked at the picture longer. Is that my name? I started to make out the shape in the picture, it looked like my name was printed on a sleeve of some sort. Wait don't I have a coat with my name on it? I think it's in the... my blood ran cold and I was petrified to the spot as I heard my closet door creak open slowly, seemingly deafening. A single tear began to run down  my cheek when my phone lit up one last time; with a picture of me in the chair I sat in, staring at my phone.