The Intruder

The Intruder

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xxTBellxx By xxTBellxx Updated Dec 13, 2012

After hours of traffic, twenty-seven year old Blake finally made it to her Brick home apartment in Manhattan, New York. She ran up the front steps and fumbled for her keys. For the past few weeks, Blake had been noticing some weird things, like random notes left on her door step with creepy messages like "Hello Blake, you looked lovely today" or "I want to be your friend." These creepy letters eventually turned into emails, and no matter how many times she created a new address, the person would always email her again. She eventually stopped checking her email. The emails were the smallest part of her worries. She'd be in the shower and swear that there was someone outside, waiting or whenever she lied in bed she'd hear doors slowly squeaking open. She promised herself that she'd report these things to the police but she was always too busy with work. She found her key quickly and made it into her apartment. 

            The first thing she noticed when she walked in was the aroma. It...