THE STALKER

The rain kept on increasing it lashes, the thunder manifesting it great power given to him by the creator, the moon couldn't bounce out as usual; it just slept in his nice blossom and the thunder deny the stars their usual freedom, everywhere is very dark and lost in their own world. I hasten my footsteps, walking precipitant than my legs could carry me, am been followed and am sure of that this time around. It the was moving shadow, that was all I could see; a shadow following keenly behind me but maintaining a distance and enjoying the torment I was going through at that moment. I made a sharp turn and the shadow also did the same, my heart was leaping inside my chest; it felt thighten inside my chest. Then the rain wasn't helping the situation at all, there was not a single street lights on at that moment. I owe all these anxiety and trouble to my damn cursed car, it broke down in the middle of the road unexpectedly and the mechanic refuse to come over to check it; he promise to send a towing truck tomorrow, to tow it to his working place then I would get my car back in the next one week. That's the the main reason I'm in the middle of the street, trekking my life out in the harsh rain while holding my heart in my hands. However, this wasn't the first time I was been followed. It started since I graduated from college and got a job, but it became worse since I packed into this neighborhood; I always felt like every of my footsteps was been watched by someone I don't know about, it felt like someone was stalking me. Whenever I get inside my office, I always feel free from hidden eyes and safe at the same time, but after my work finish for the day ; am been followed again.