The Stalker

Behind You

What should I do? No one ever explained to me how to react to being stalked. I need to go to the police. They might assign me a bodyguard or patrol the neighborhood. I kept pacing in my bedroom. The rhythmic beat of my feet against the carpet was soothing. My cat has his eyes fixed on the window. Poor thing has to be all alone while I go to the police.

 I grabbed a thick coat to cover my skin from the rain. Some nice tennis shoes will assist me in case my unfriendly follower decides to say hello. If they get too close, I'll also use the pepper spray I have. 

"What do you mean their is nothing you can do?!?!" Cops are useless.

"Do you have a name," Officer bratty asked once again.

"Well, no" I sighed.

"So, you want me to send officers on a search for 'Some Guy in your Window'" He sassed.

"I didn't get a good look at him. But you have to help me," I begged.

"We can't waste police resources over a prank," He shooed me away.

"Thanks for nothing you PATHETIC DONUT-LOVING DIRTBAG COP!!!" I screamed in his face. Maybe it was overdramatic to wrinkle all the papers on his desk. But kicking the trash can was totally necessary. 

"Well I'm not allowed near the police station for a month," I said while flopping on my bed.

My cat purred in my face and smacked me with his tail. I guess I can always call 911 for emergencies. Or be all superhero-like and take down this dude. There are knives in the kitchen. I can use pots and pans. The tv makes punching look easy. Then my trusty pepper spray can also be used. 

"Why do you keep screaming at me?" I knelt down to my furry companion. He meowed loudly.

I groaned at the bathroom door. Perfect timing because the world absolutely loves me. The cat food ran out. I have to go to the store. The sun has set and I have to walk to the store. I punched the wall in anger. Then, I ran to the kitchen crying. My frustrations escaped my lips as I washed my bloody knuckles. Stupid food. Stupid me.

"If I die... Netflix better make a documentary of me," I said as I ran out the door.

"I'd *pant* like to *pant* buy some *pant* cat food," I said between breathes. The cashier just chuckled at me.

"Anything else?" She asked with a pleasant smile.

I paused for a moment. The question got me thinking. An idea popped in my mind. I drummed my fingers on the counter.

"Got any tasers?"

"Guess who's got a taser?! I do. I do. I have a taser. Watch out or I'll zap you," I sang. The smile took over  my mouth as I walked at a face pace home.

Author's note: I just stepped in dog pee. Great

I was in a good mood. My cat would get fed tonight. This super cool weapon was in my hand. I was starting to think the police might be right. The creepy dude was no big deal. Then, I discovered how naïve I am. 

Hiding in the darkness, a figure stood. Across the street from my house. Their head turned to face me. I shivered at the feeling of being watched. My heart skipped a beat when the person started running towards me. They were screaming so loudly as they charged. I sprinted to the front door. The rage filled yells were getting closer. I slammed the door behind me and ran to my room. Hugging my pillow, I rocked back and forth.

I wanted to call the police but I still had no idea what the person looked like. The police will ignore me again. Clearly, my number one fan isn't too shy. I gathered all the weapons on the house and layed them by my bedside. I ate spoonfuls of ice cream, for energy of course. Against my wishes, I fell asleep a few hours later.

*TAP TAP TAP*

The sound of something hitting my window woke me. It was still dark out. The shadows danced across my floor. Chills ran down my spine as I rolled over. My head had to tilt to the side to get a clear view of the window. I squinted my eyes to see through the black haze. The person was at my window again. This time they were rapidly hitting the window to get my attention. My focus moved toward the shiny object in their hand. It reflected the moonlight. 

I jumped to the other side of the bed and crouched down. My heavy breathing was sure to be heard through the window. The noise continued. I covered my ears. The loud banging on the window seemed to amplify. I bit down on my tongue to hold back my sobs. My ears were ringing and the room was swaying. I sat there for forever. Then, the noise stopped.

I paused to think. Should I get up and check the window? I wanted to stay in my safe space behind the bed. Curiosity overpowered my fear. After dive rolling, I tiptoed to the window. Each step felt like it created a crater. I gently pulled back the drapes. My hand clenching tightly around it. 

"Hello," My idiotic self said. I spoke the cliché horror movie word. I am a disgrace to main characters. Except this isn't a story. I won't magically find a solution. 

With one peek, I saw the thick grass sway in the wind. The lunar light made it clear enough for me to see the lack of a menacing figure. I released a breath I had been holding. My not so secretive admirer must have given up. A creak a few rooms away caught my attention. I narrowed my eyes as my ears strained to hear more. My darling cat cannot open doors or windows. Said kitchen window slammed shut.

"No way..." My voice cracked in a low whisper.

Stalkers are supposed to be shy. That is why they don't just talk to their crushes. Stalkers hide in the shadows and stay invisible. This person is not afraid to reveal themself. These bold moves are screaming 'I'm gonna kill you'. The shopping bag in the corner grabbed my attention. All the fear in the world couldn't stop the smirk tugging at my lips.

My eyes scanned the kitchen for any signs of life. The wooden floors only held my pair of feet. My legs quaked with each step. The chilling room sent goosebumps up my arms. My breathing was more ragged than I wished. The dark corners taunted me. Every dark spot could hide the intruder.

My nerves eased as no movement was made. I was about to turn back and head for bed. Before I could take a step, multiple sharp objects punctured my leg. I screamed in agony as flesh was ripped off of me. My body collapsed. I desperately crawled to the front door. The blurry shape of the door was swallowed by black. The weight of the Earth dragged my head down.