The Stalker

The first time I saw him, I was walking home from work late at night. He was standing in the shadows, just watching me. I didn't think much of it at first, but then I started to notice him more and more. He would always be there, watching me from a distance.

I started to get scared. I would walk home with my keys between my fingers and always check over my shoulder. But no matter how careful I was, he was always there.

One night, I couldn't take it anymore. I decided to confront him. I walked up to him and asked him what he wanted. He just smiled at me and said, "I'm just a fan."

I didn't know what to say. I just turned and walked away. But I knew that he would be back.

And he was. He started following me everywhere I went. He would show up at my work, at my apartment, even at the grocery store. I was starting to lose my mind. I didn't know what to do.

One day, I was walking home from work when I saw him. He was standing in front of my apartment building. I knew that this was it. I had to do something.

I approached him and said, "Look, I don't know what you want, but you need to leave me alone."

He just smiled at me and said, "I'm not going to leave you alone. You're mine now."

I felt a chill run down my spine. I knew that I was in danger. I had to get away from him.

I turned and ran. I ran as fast as I could, but he was faster. He was right behind me. I could hear him breathing down my neck.

I was so scared. I didn't know what to do. I thought I was going to die.

But then, I saw it. A light is on in my apartment window. I ran towards the light, and I burst through the door. I slammed the door shut and locked it.

I leaned against the door, gasping for breath. I had made it. I was safe.

I looked around my apartment. It was empty. He was gone.

I didn't know how long he had been watching me, but I knew that he was still out there. Somewhere.

I never saw him again, but I know that he's still out there. Somewhere.

And I'm always looking over my shoulder.