The Stalker

The Start Of It All

Why do i feel this way? What am I feeling? I don't feel very safe, I know someone is watching me, or atleast can tell. I look around to justify that my feelings are fake. Nothing is around me but a few streetlights and a paved walkway. Whatever, I have to keep walking home. I think to myself as I slowly walk to my house where me and my mother live. Once I get home, I slowly open the door.

Mom: "Hey son, how was your day?"

Me: "Okay I guess."

I didn't mention the feelings to my mother, I would rather her not get worried. I take a few steps in, the house has a mother's cooking scent. Which creates A sweet aroma around the house but stopping on the stairs to the second floor. Speaking of the feeling, I started to get it about a week ago, which is kinda weird.

Later that day~~~~

I lay on my bed...... Staring at the ceiling, attempting to remember my class numbers and locker code. As the feelings lie in the past for now. I slowly daze off, falling asleep before dinner was even served.

Three knocks occur, probably my mother. The door slowly opens, me fast asleep as I mother walks in.

Mom: "Son?"

She observes her sleeping son, and then walks out of the room slowly, leaving the door open at a crack. I lay asleep, as my mum cleans the table and kitchen before turning off the lights and going to bed as well. Scratch Scratch, something had seemed to scratch my window as I sleep. Cold air starts to flush into my room, as the window has been opened a small bit. The open space grows wider over time, as a shadowed figure climbs through the window, and stands next to my sleeping self. I can hear his breathes in my dreams, his fingers that lay on my arm, before I woke, he was gone...