This Stalker Won't Leave Me Alone!

Chapter 3

After going our separate ways, I waited for my bus at the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, I played best fiends on my phone. Hey it’s a pretty damn addicting game. I’m currently at level 123 and let me tell you this; it’s not easy.

Private number: “I hate how sharp your friend can be.”

I groaned.

April: “Do you have to disturb me even when I’m playing my game? Also, anyone would have said the same thing, you know? I’m just happy that she said nothing about the ominous message that you had left behind on the bodies.”

Private number: “First of yes. I don’t want those stupid games to damage your pretty brain. Also, I’m sure that you 're capable of getting your ‘bestie’ off track. If you want her head still be attached to her body, that is.”

April: “You can be a genuine piece of s**t, you know that?”

Private number: “Only for you baby ;).”

Can this person get any more annoying?

A sudden gust of wind came blowing past me, causing me to drop my phone in a startled yelp.

Ugh, come on April, this is not the time for you to be a klutz. I crouched down to grab my phone. I checked to see if my phone was okay. I let out a relieved breath, as I didn’t see any cracks on my screen.

As I slowly looked up, I could see on the other side of the bus stop a dark figure standing in the alleyway. From what I could see, he looked at least 6 feet 5; he was covered in a tracksuit or a hoodie. He wore dark sunglasses and his mouth was covered with a mouth cap, so I couldn’t make out his face. He also wore a black cap.

With his arms crossed, he was leaning against the wall looking my way, or at least that’s what it seems like. He pulled out his phone and typed something; as soon as he was done, I could feel my phone vibrating in my hand.

I was frozen in place. That must have been a coincidence, right?

Seeing how I wasn’t moving an inch, he wrote something again, and again my phone vibrated.

That also must have been a coincidence, right? It’s not like I’m denying any possibilities that my stalker is right in front of me now.

He was getting tired of my behavior, so he pulled out his phone and pointed at it, telling me to read his messages.

I just shook my head, refusing that this was really happening. He pointed at his phone even more vigorously, urging me to read it now. I just kept shaking my head even more vigorously. I was just scared and confused. Scared that my stalker is going to do something to me; confused to why he even was here.

He stopped, pointing at his phone. Instead, he took his thumb and made a slicing gesture at his neck, indicating that I either could read his stupid messages or that he would kill someone again if I didn’t.

I took a big, shaky breath and looked at his messages.

Private number: “You can be such a cute klutz sometimes.”

Private number: “Why? did my presence shook you that much?”

I looked up again and was relieved that he was still standing there.

April: “Why are you here?”

Private number: “Keeping check on my honey.”

April: “Why? Are you that scared that I would say something to Cher about you?”

Private number: “Lmao, no. I could easily kill her if I have to.”

April: “Well, you scared the soul out of me. I thought you were here to kidnap me or something.” I laughed awkwardly.

Private number: “You would have been already drugged and in the back of my car if that was the case.”

… and I stopped laughing.

April: “Great to know that…”

My bus arrived at the bus stop. I kept my eyes on my stalker as I was stepping on the bus; to make sure that he wouldn’t do anything crazy.

He just calmly waved me off as the bus drove again.

I slouched back into the bus seat as realization had sunken in that I just had seen my stalker. Well, I haven’t really seen him, but he sure is f*****g real.

Not was I only pretty disturbed by this interaction, it also convinced me he was capable of a lot of things such as that... if he wanted to that he could spirit me away at any moment.

But why was he really there? He said that he was checking up on me, but we both know for a fact that there’s a listening and tracking device on my phone. So what’s there to check on me for? Or has he always just been following me?

‘Aaaggghh I don’t know!’ I scratched my head in annoyance, making my already tangled hair even more tangled up.

I huffed in defeat.

April: “Hey, why were you there?”

Private number: “Doesn’t my little kitten know that curiosity killed the cat? I was there to see if you would do something stupid.”

April: “Yeah, but does my little crazy stalker know that satisfaction brought the cat back to life?”

Private number: “Lol you’re so cute.”

I didn’t reply to that message. But something stupid? I am sure that he means something that would let Cher know of his existence. Hmm… wait… a note? He can’t see what I am doing with my phone, so giving a note to Cher telling her what’s really going on would put him in a tight spot! So that means that there is a way out of this! And that’s the reason he came to “check” on me!

Private Number: “Just so that you know. I’ve installed cameras at your friend’s place, too. So if I even see a glimpse of a paper shining through my screen you would wish that you would have never done that.”

Really!? Does he have a f*****g microphone in my brain too!?

April: “I would never~~,”

Private number: “How cute this behavior may be. I will really cause a m******e if you do it.”

April: “Yeah… no note.”

Back to zero, I guess.