I ordered a pizza at 9:47pm.
When the delivery guy arrived, he handed me the box and said, "Big apartment for just one person."
I felt a sudden chill, so I lied. "Oh, my roommates are asleep in the back."
He smiled, nodded, and left.
Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was a text from the delivery app: “Your driver has arrived with your order.”
I stared at the screen, confused. I looked down at the pizza box on my kitchen counter. Then I looked at the app again. The driver's profile picture on the screen was a completely different man.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I crept to the front door and looked through the peephole.
The first man was still standing out there in the dim hallway light. He wasn't walking back to an elevator. He was just standing perfectly still, holding an empty insulated delivery bag.
Then, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I answered it, my voice shaking. "Hello?"
A voice on the other end, the voice of the man outside my door, whispered:
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