Page 37 of Right Number, Wrong Man
Hailey
Nope!
I laugh. Curse that woman’s stubborn streak, but I like a challenge. Maybe if I turn up the heat a little…
Me
Alright then. No need to tell me. I already know plenty about you. You work in a movie theater and you love horror movies. Wraithface is your favorite.
Hailey startles, dropping the phone on her comforter. I grin as she looks around her bedroom like she expects meto jump out of the closet. Her hands shake when she picks up the device.
Hailey
What the fuck? Are you stalking me?
Me
I’m wounded. Must you always assume the worst of me? First you think I’m a serial killer and now you accuse me of being a stalker.
Hailey
You’re the one acting suspicious like you have a freezer full of neatly labeled body parts and you can’t wait to add mine to the collection!
Me
That’s what you’re into, huh? Very kinky.
Hailey
Stop playing!
Me
Wanna know the truth?
Hailey
Uh, yes. You’re creeping me out.
Me
Simple deduction.
In the videos you sent last night I recognized the projection screen in the background and since the movie theater was empty, I assumed you work there. You confirmed that when you said your boss almost caughtyou.
I figured the knife tattoo on your arm is a tribute to slasher movies and I just guessed a very popular character. From that information, it ain’t too far-fetched to think you might be a fan of the horror genre in general.
Her eyes go wide, but her shoulders relax and her smile returns.
Hailey
You gave me a fright. Would be my luck if my sexting hookup was like… The Eyesnatcher.
Me
I’m just perceptive.
Hailey
