The StalkerAnd there he was. He followed me down every block, just a few steps behind me, stopping every time I did and turning at every corner. I remember it was a chilling night, which I would never forget. There was almost an eerie feeling as soon as I locked the store, I could hear someone staring at me from the building opposite. The dark presence of a slender man caught my attention in the dimly lit street, he didn't dare hide by standing under the streetlight, with his face turned towards me. It was difficult to distinguish his facial features from what appeared to be scars and several stitches along his eyes. As the fog lifted and the cold wind whispered, I decided to walk home. The abandoned, cloudy apartments and the dead, amber leaves that had fallen weeks earlier made the walk chilling. What was normally a fifteen minute walk home felt like an hour. As I got closer to the house I started to pick up the pace, but the man behind me took bigger and faster steps. The wind turned into gusts, the night became bitter and panic began to take over. The sound of wind chimes in nearby houses made it almost ghostly, as did the occasional flickering of streetlights. The entire neighborhood seemed to take in what seemed like an unearthly night. I got to my block, ran down the creaky porch and turned to see if he was there, but to my amazement, he stood on the corner still staring at me but frozen and didn't leave until I opened the door. brings. He just turned and walked away as if nothing had happened. Still distressed, I took off my shoes, hung up my coat and went straight to the kitchen but passed my sofa and heard a loud squeak coming from the door. I froze in the middle of the hallway at the screeching sound of metal on metal and the thought of a senseless… middle of paper… and it only made it worse. Just as the man was about to grab me, I opened the door. As I took the last step off the porch, I thought to myself that it was all over. I heard the same moan next to me, so I threw myself away but tripped and landed on the sidewalk. My badly scratched arm and the shreds of skin hanging from my knee made it impossible for me to get up. Less than a second passed when I realized that the man had taken out the object again and was walking faster towards me. I tried to get up and run away but my body was frozen with fear. I was lying there with my arms above my head on the ground just imagining what might happen next. The faint sound of his slow, heavy breathing made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I slowly looked up to check if he was still there and the last thing I saw was a grotesque, bloody hand about to grab my face..