But soon after I started using it, I saw on the TV news that people I swiped right on were turning up murdered. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but the more I scrolled through profiles, the more I began to notice a pattern. The victims all had similar features to the people I had shown interest in.
I tried to delete the app, but it wouldn’t let me. It was as if the app had become a part of me, controlling my actions and thoughts. My hands would instinctively swipe right on certain profiles, even though my mind screamed at me to stop.
Each night, I would lie in bed listening to the sound of my own heartbeat, wondering if I would be the app’s next victim. And then, one day, I received a notification from the app. It was a match. My heart raced and I immediately clicked on their profile. But as I read their bio, I froze. It was filled with gruesome details about their previous victims.
I tried to block the user, but their profile would reappear every time I reopened the app. It was as if they were taunting me, luring me into their deadly game. And then, one night, I heard a knock on my door. I peered through the peephole and saw the silhouette of a man, his face obscured by the darkness.
My heart pounding, I slowly opened the door, only to come face to face with the app’s most infamous user. The last thing I saw was the glint of a blade before everything went black.
