Too Good to Be True
I never thought I’d end up alone. But there I was, 45 years old, successful in my career, yet coming home to an empty apartment every single night. No partner. No family. Just work.
And then, one evening, it hit me.
I had nothing outside of my job. No one to share my victories with, no one to hold me after a long day. Nothing.
In a moment of despair, I did something I had always sworn I never would.
I signed up for a dating site.
At first, I just scrolled, skeptical. But then, I saw him. His name was Daniel. He was confident, charming, and a perfect gentleman. His messages made me feel… wanted.
Was it too good to be true? Probably. But for the first time in years, I felt alive.
After weeks of talking, I finally worked up the nerve to invite him over.
That night, I went all out. Dinner was set, candles flickered, soft music played. I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my dress, my heart racing like I was some nervous teenager.
Could real life ever match the fantasy?
Then—my phone buzzed.
I ignored it.
It buzzed again. And again. And again.
Frowning, I grabbed it.
And then—I paled.
The screen was flooded with messages. From an unknown number.
“DO NOT LET HIM IN. HE IS NOT WHO HE SAYS HE IS.”
I froze. My blood ran cold.
My heart hammered as I read the next one.
“CHECK HIS NAME. CHECK HIS PICTURE. HE’S LYING TO YOU.”
A chill crawled down my spine.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Daniel.
I stared at the door, my body paralyzed with fear.
Then—another message.
“HE’S DANGEROUS. GET OUT. NOW.”
I had to decide. Fast.