CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN|▪︎ THE GREATEST EVIL TO EVER BE BIRTHED PART SEVEN▪︎|
There is one thing that I still found to be quite baffling and that was the fact that I could still feel those eyes, those probably perverted, loathsome eyes staring at me even though I was with the one who I thought was the one stalking me and drawing out those feelings from me, which was more than bewildering, more than mind boggling in the state I was in, especially. The tiniest of things got to me very easily when I was this tired. I overworked my brain and filled it with chest- tightening apprehension. I did not want to think that I could have this all wrong, that I was pointing the finger at a wrong person and allowing the real stalker to keep growing more confident. Then what would have been the point of co
