Ever-so-faintly pressed into the dust of the floor were boot tracks – the tread of the boots looking like cookie cutter stamps of dog kibble upon the floor.

“Shit.”

I traced the tracks to the open door of the deck.

“We didn’t just lose a thousand dollars, did we?” Tyler asked from behind.

“That’s the last thing I am worried about right now,” I shot back. “I think someone came in here and took the ring last night.”

It took Tyler a few seconds to reply, but when he did, his voice carried the tenor or building fright.

“Are you serious?”

I turned to see Tyler looking down at me.

“You’re joking, right?” He added.

I looked down at the boot tracks one more time.
“Unless you walked around here with boots last night and lost the ring, I’m not.”

My mind instantly went to grizzlymane415. I hadn’t communicated with him for a while, but he was the last creepy thing taking up residence inside the dark recesses of my brain.

But how the hell could he have tracked me down?

I never shared any personal information with grizzlymane415. There was no information on my profile. I was unsearchable on Facebook and pretty much everything else and he didn’t even have my real name. Even RachWhov didn’t have a direct connection to me. Rach was short for my middle name and Whov was a play on my last name of Hoover, but the combination of those two would lead nowhere.

Oh shit. Nevermind.

The thought building in my brain shut down every single sense of my body for a moment.

Instagram. Fuck.

My username on the Instagram account I hadn’t updated in nearly a year was RachWhov and it was a picture journal of my life for the past few years, including a fine documentation where I visually bragged about our killer little house in Truckee.

“You think someone climbed up onto our deck in the middle of the night, snuck in here, grabbed just the ring, nothing else, and left without us waking up?” Tyler asked from over by the deck.

“Uh huh. We, were, high.”

“Well that’s comforting,” Tyler snipped before turning back around to me. “Who the hell could have done that?”

“No idea.”

I lied. I was not yet ready to tell anyone else about my online life and I myself was far from convinced grizzlymane415 was the one who took the ring. It was a pretty outrageous thought that he found my Instagram and was able to find exactly where I lived and snuck into my bedroom and stole the ring.

I logged into my Reddit account to see if I had received any new messages from grizzlymane415.