MoboNovels
Chapter 0
At midnight, my girlfriend sent me a text: “OMG, I just saw a total psycho with a knife in the stairwell through the peephole! He’s going nuts, like, attacking people! He saw me! He’s coming in!”
I instantly replied: “Don’t open the door, no matter what. Stay put—I’m on my way.”
Chapter 1
By then, I’d already flagged down a cab, my heart racing the entire ride.
After seeing her message, I was kinda annoyed. “You scared the crap out of me! You should’ve been clearer earlier!”
My girlfriend seemed totally unfazed. “Who knew you’d actually come? I was just messing around. What’s the big deal? You’re not actually mad, are you? Hehe.”
I sighed. “No, I’m just glad you’re okay. But seriously, don’t pull that kind of joke again, especially not in the middle of the night. It’s pretty terrifying.”
Girlfriend: “Okay, won’t do it again, hehe.”
Even with that, I couldn’t fully chill, so I tried a video call.
The call was immediately hung up after one ring.
I asked, “Why aren’t you answering the video?”
Girlfriend: “I’m really sleepy, I want to sleep, hehe.”
Seeing the ‘hehe’ on the screen, I felt something was off.
Me: “Why are you laughing?”
Girlfriend: “It’s nothing, just in a good mood tonight.”
The more I looked at it, the weirder it felt. My girlfriend is usually more serious—she’d never use a word like ‘hehe’ with such a teasing, playful vibe. Could someone else be using her phone? The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I immediately tried another video call. This time, it didn’t hang up right away, but it rang for ages without anyone picking up.
Then I called her regular number.
Surprisingly, the call connected. My girlfriend’s voice sounded exhausted: “What is it? I’m trying to sleep. I’m so tired.”
I asked anxiously: “Why didn’t you answer the video?”
My girlfriend repeated: “I’m really sleepy, I want to sleep.”
Then she hung up.
The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Hey, you good? You don’t look so hot.”
In the mirror, my face was pale, and my hands were shaking like crazy. Overcome with panic, I urged the driver to step on it, telling him my girlfriend might be in danger!
The driver seemed tense too and sped toward our destination.
I sent a text to my girlfriend: “Say something to me.”
She replied quickly with a voice message: “What do you want me to say? I’m going to sleep, so tired.”
Chapter 2
Hearing her voice, I breathed a sigh of relief: “It’s nothing, didn’t you say there was a murderer at your door? You even saw him kill someone, it was so scary.”
My girlfriend replied: “Didn’t I say it was to scare you, just to mess with you?”
Me: “This isn’t funny.”
There was silence from my girlfriend’s side.
I still felt like something was off, but she did answer the phone earlier. Could she be being coerced? The knife-wielding maniac really did break in, forcing her not to speak openly, so she kept saying she wanted to sleep, and if she didn’t comply, the killer would hurt her! Maybe when I called, the killer’s knife was right at her neck.
While I was spiraling, my girlfriend sent another message: “I’m going to sleep, super tired, you should head home.”
Just as I was about to reply, I got another text.
Girlfriend: “Hehe.”
It was “hehe” again.
Those two words were driving me crazy.
On the way, I’d already called the police, and now I was even more convinced that my girlfriend was in danger, so I called them again. The operator said they’d already dispatched someone, who would be there in about twenty-five minutes.
I asked the driver how much longer.
He pointed ahead helplessly: “There was an accident on the overpass; we’re going to be stuck for a while.”
I was incredibly anxious and called my girlfriend again for a video call.
It rang more than ten times before being hung up.
Me: “Let me see you. I’m downstairs already! Otherwise, I’m coming up!”
After I said that, my girlfriend’s side showed “typing.”
But after a while, I didn’t receive a new message.
I felt a knot of dread forming in my stomach.
The driver said: “There’s no use being anxious. Even if you get out now, you wouldn’t be able to walk off the overpass in an hour.”
On the overpass, it was a sea of red taillights. Because of the accident, the cars could only inch forward. The driver kept driving, barely moving.
Thankfully, my girlfriend finally replied: “You actually came?”
Me: “Yeah, I’m downstairs! I’m coming up!”
Girlfriend: “No, there are other people here.”
Me: “Who?”
Girlfriend: “A colleague, you don’t know them; she’s a student too. Anyway, it’s not a good time.”
I insisted: “Then turn on the video.”
Girlfriend: “They’re all asleep.”
I didn’t dare tell her directly that I’d called the police.
If my girlfriend was really in his clutches, I was worried that if I angered him, he would become more violent.
But what I didn’t expect was that she took the initiative to ask me: “You called the cops?”
I didn’t say anything.
Girlfriend: “You’re making a mountain out of a molehill. The property management just called, saying the police got a report about a knife-wielding maniac on the fifth floor of building six, and they wanted to know if I knew anything about it. It’s so annoying; I had to explain everything for half an hour.”
Girlfriend: “The building manager and security just came up and gave me a real talking-to. I was only kidding around with you. Was it really necessary to call the cops? What was the big deal? Didn’t I tell you it was a joke?”
Girlfriend: “Okay, you need to call the police and tell them it was a false alarm. You can get in trouble for that!”