chapter 8 | stalker

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I'm freaking out, seriously

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I'm freaking out, seriously. I can't even handle being out past 10 pm anymore.

I'm pretty sure I've got a stalker. For like, the past couple of weeks, I keep running into this same guy everywhere I go, the mall, different stores, you name it. And it's not just during the day. Even when I'm out for a late-night walk, I swear I see him trailing behind me. It's creeping me out big time. I don't even wanna think about what else he might be up to.

I'm too scared to tell my friends about it. I mean, what if he finds out and starts doing even worse stuff? It's like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Holy shit...

I just saw a flashlight outside the house...

I'm gonna ask Jayce to come over.

I grab my phone to text him instead of calling, just in case someone's listening.

Jayce🤍:

Me:

Heyyy


  Jayce🤍:

Heyy

Me:

Can you come over?

  Jayce🤍:

Ev its 12am.

Me:

pleaseeeeeee

  Jayce🤍:

Fine

Me:

Tyyy

Alright, that's settled. I'm just gonna go make sure all the windows and doors are locked... just to be extra safe.

💫

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Shit.

Oh, it's probably Jayce. I'm just gonna text him to make sure it's him.

Jayce🤍:

 Me:

is it you knocking?

  Jayce🤍:

Yeah who else would be over at your house at 12 fucking am

Me:

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