iSpy
Who is inside Chelle’s phone?
Chelle couldn’t figure out what was going on with her phone. She kept insisting to the small circle of friends she regularly texted that something was wrong. Her phone was slow to charge, she’d tell them. It was at 20% just a few minutes ago and then it was off, and I don’t know what happened, she’d say in response to frantic texts asking if she was ok.
It all seemed to start after the “incident.” The worst possible few minutes of her life. But, that incident, that attack … that couldn’t be related to this. More likely, it was related to someone close to her. She thought about the messy ending to a relationship a few years before. But why would all of this be surfacing now?
Chelle was going through a transition. A metamorphosis. She was finally blossoming after years of false starts and setbacks caused by others in her life. Now. Now this was holding her back. This … this thing.
She would wake up to find her phone somewhere near her bed, turned off, and completely dead. She’d charge it and go into to it and find that numbers had been blocked — numbers of people close to her, the few she relied on or had been close to in the past.
How was this happening?
She watched late one afternoon as a picture was called up on her phone and apparently “captured” all…
