The killer's favorite obsession

fe. The rain had always made me fe

water down the window and a shiver down my spine but

of the street softened and it was like the world went slow

, my finger trembling as the key turned. The bright pink

to wake up, eat, work and sleep. It was the only way I could keep my life safe and I could bury the horrible

d mistakenly brushed through mine and I froze and I co

g in me not to break d

oses clung to my nose. My sneakers made quiet splashes as I moved through the a

ntire block. I just wanted to get home, to my tiny apartment with its creaky bo

a candle and pretend m

e was looking disorganized, his eyes wild and he was stumbling. He looked like he was in his late forties and his stained hoodie and los

t?" I asked him,

d his hard dick as he stroked it and he looked at me with eyes fille

ait, swee

nd my heart was beati

yelled as his steps grew fas

aw attention to myself. When I heard his footsteps very c

lf and continued to run. The last time I ran this fas

didn't look back, I was scared of what I would see. I bursted out

me, confused. I turned to look at the all

following

ven realize that I was crying unt

tried to avert the g

ust live without something chasing me? I haven't do

the door twice and sliding the ch

couldn't

and every time I closed

ll damp from the rain, but I hadn't found the energy to change. The walls around me pressed in tighter with every ticking

was-how easily it slithered int

gust of wind outside my window sounded like footsteps. I sa

wed me, right?" I asked

ring candle on the sill. The flame danced violently wi

sed---- It shouldn't have be

used, just

, touched the edge-and froze. There was a scratch on the glass wooden frame--Three th

ously before snuffing out completely, plunging the room into a thick, trembling d

ed gasp esca

ct living space, a little kitchen, a bathroom with a

reathing. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe the sc

t true, something tol

ened the drawer and pulled out the only thing that felt like sa

d, always on edge, terrified of shadows

n I heard

he hallway. Then I heard it-A slow,

then it we

till on the door and the locks were secured but my legs felt like jelly, like they

I turned away-my phone buzzed on the cou

t had no name, it was just

and the message brough

ul tonight, Lena."

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