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Someone's Stalking me
A quiet, rainy night..
It was a rainy night.....
Belinda was on her way home from the train station. It was the end of a long day at work. Her apartment was only two blocks away. She didn't know it was going to rain. She listened to the weather every morning. No rain mentioned, but here she walked home with no umbrella.
Someone's following me.
There was no one in sight. Yet Belinda felt the hair stand up on her neck. The rain was coming down so hard. She didn't hear any other noise. Yet, she felt as though she was being watched or being followed. It could just be her exhaustion taking over. It was Friday, the end of a long week at the Accountant's office she worked at. It was mid tax season and she was an Assistant to four CPA's. The rain was slowly stopping and the night turned into a mist. She took the same short cut she always did, down the employee entrance of the local grocery store. It was a little dark alley. She was just one block from her apartment. That's when she seen the shadow on the wall and knew she was being followed. Her anxiety increased and she trembled with fear. She couldn't stop now, she wouldn't turn around. Just keep walking Belinda is what her mind told her.
Fear sets in.
The Pace quickens.
Belinda knew she couldn't stop. His pace quickened with hers. It was a quiet night. There were no other people in sight. The rain had stopped, but is was cold and damp. All she wanted to do was get home safely. Oh why did she always take the back ally home? Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She felt sick. She just wanted to make it home safely. He was catching up. It was as though she could feel his breath on her neck.
She was in front of her apartment complex. Her fingers trembled as she got her key out. She opened the door and raced up the flight of stairs to her apartment on the second floor. She opened her door and closed it. She didn't look back. Did he sneak in? Was he somewhere in the building, she asked herself. She didn't move from the inside of her apartment door. She had her back against the door. She feared that if she looked through the peephole he would be there. She finally got the courage and looked. She took a sigh of relief. No one in the apartment hallway. Was she just being paranoid? Maybe it was someone who lived in one of the other adjacent apartments and was also rushing to get home in the rain? She laughed to herself as she took off her jacket. Oh Belinda she thought, you really need to stop working so hard and learn to relax.
He watched her from the street lamp.
He stood under the streetlamp and watched her from her second story window. So close he was, but she picked up the pace and one of the clerks from the grocery store came out the back door to throw garbage in the back alley dumpster. He had been following Belinda's routine for weeks and tonight would have been the night. Oh how he looked forward to having his way with her and eventually dumping her body in that same dumpster. He would wait till Monday. She would most likely take the same way home. Silly girl he thought. You should never take the back alley short cuts. It's not safe he thought with an evil grin forming on his face. It's just not safe anymore.