Short Stories

Stalker

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It was dark, as any night is. They forgot to lock the window again, always so forgetful. I knew they wouldn't hear me come in; they never did. Such a deep sleeper, it's adorable in a way. Defenseless, powerless, I could snap their neck, and they'd only be awake for a second of it, just enough to know that they're about to die. Climbing inside, I instantly looked to my left, where my little rabbit was sleeping, completely bundled in blankets, how cute. The let's-play in the background was close to an end as the player was about to be killed by the horrid monster that was from whatever horror game he was playing. I saw the subject of my desires shift in their sleep; now a little more alert, I watched.

Ah, I see, they're just having a nightmare, is all, nothing to worry about. Grabbing the rolly chair in front of the desk, I sat down to the side of the bed, settling myself to watch them sleep once again. The video in the background playing quietly as the player was about to lose. The dream seemed to be getting to the height of its excitement as I watched their face morph into one of terror. Oh, I would keep this in my memory as long as I can. I figured they would wake up soon, and I'd instead not end the fun just yet, so I slipped into the closet. Watching through the crack in the small door, my expression softened as I watched them sit straight up, tears streaming down their face as it held an expression of horror. I had to hold back my laugh; I'd never get tired of nights like these. I watched as they calmed down and fell back asleep. Deeming it was safe enough to step out, I walked back to the chair that was by the bed; I'm surprised they didn't notice it before, considering they were supposedly on 'high alert' after such a dream. Oh well, they'll notice it in the morning, I'm sure. I took another look at my darling's sleeping face, crouching down to brush a strand of hair out of the way as I let out the chuckle from earlier. In the faintest whisper, I uttered...

"Do not go gentle into that good night."

Slipping out the window as I've done several times before, I made my way down the road to the familiar path that led to my tiny apartment with a skip in my step. Tonight was rather nice; I wonder if I can find a way to give them nightmares myself. The thought entertained me, thinking of what I'd do when I finally decide to stop dilly-dallying and let them know of my presence. I'm confident they're at least suspicious at this point, considering I've been leaving out 'hints' that someone is there. Of course, nothing with my DNA on it; I'm not stupid. Small things, a book in a place it wasn't before, chairs in different positions than the ones they were in when you left the room; oh how I love toying with them, the face of unease and fear they always get only motivates me more. I don't want to reveal myself just yet, though. I need to wear them down more. Until next time, my dear, I'll see you soon.

Prompt: Write a story with the quote:  "Do not go gentle into that good night." From the poem of the same name by Dylan Thomas.

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