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Aaaaaaah! Oh oups, false alarm. Since I'm not paying attention I tripped on my own feet, but soon regain my balance. I focus on every step instead of the person behind me.

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MY HOUSE! OMG I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!

I want to rush into the house, but I've come this far without freaking out, I'm not going to start now.

I walk up the drive way, taking off the bag from my back. I dig out the key, go in, and lock the door behind me. I go over to the curtains and subtly look out. There was a boy outside that was looking at my house, and texting on his phone.

He has a black cap over his brown hair. I couldn't see his face due to the front of the cap that was shading his face, but he was tall, and had very muscular arms. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black shirt with a skull on it.

When he was done texting, he looked up at my house again, and started walking away.

All these questions were running through my head.

Why was he following me?

Did he want to know where I lived?

Was this even about me at all?

Or was it all about me?

Did he want to go out with me?

Well if he did, it would have been easier to ask me if I would like to go out, instead of stalking me.

He doesn't seem harmful, anyway.

I want to know where he is going and why he followed me home, so since I still have my jacket and shoes on, I unlock the door and go after him.

I run up to him, but realize as I was coming up behind him, should I even be talking to him? What would I say to him even if I did? Ask him why he followed me? Yeah, what a great idea, and what if he really is a murderer?! So I decide to stalk him just as he did me. Be subtle and not draw attention to myself. He didn't seem to notice me so let's just see how it goes.


I keep following him until we are on a main street, and he turns into an alley. I walk up to it and hesitate. This doesn't seem like a good idea, but despite my whole being against going in there, I walk in, anyway.

I walk down the dark alley and all my hairs are on end. It's very cold. Cold, damp, and smells like worms. There is almost no light because the sun was setting and the light couldn't make it in here. I wrap my arms against myself, but come to the sickening realize that the alley comes to a dead end.

I see something on the wall at the end of the corridor and run up to it. Where did he go? How could he just disappear like that?

On the wall was a sticky note. I can't see the words so I put my hand against the damp wall and lean in. The note had, in sloppy hand writing, two words on it.

"Turn around"

I go rigid. I knew that this was a bad idea. I don't want to turn around but I slowly turned anyway, and let me just say, curiosity, definitely killed the cat.


To be continued...

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