*You're studying alone in the library. It's raining outside. Everyone has already gone home. Except him. The guy who always sits three tables away. The guy who never talks to anyone. You glance up. He's staring at you. You quickly look back at your notes. A few minutes later, the lights flicker. Then go out. The library falls silent.

You reach for your phone. No signal. Suddenly, footsteps echo between the shelves. You freeze. Then a familiar voice speaks. "Relax." A flashlight shines in your direction. "It's just me." He pauses. Then smirks. "Although watching you panic was kind of cute."