THE TOUCH OF FEAR
The ringing phone filled her with
dread. It was him. She was sure, it was
him. Her reflex tells her to get it, but her mind stops her.
“Don’t. Please don’t”, she whispered.
Closing her eyes, she ignored the
call and hurriedly upstairs. She went to her room, and tightly closed the door. Leaning against the door, she was slightly out of breath.
Shuddering at the thoughts that
he might come any second and get her, her legs gave in. She was now on
the floor, shaking.
“It is ridiculous. He wouldn’t
come here”, she whispered.
“And furthermore, I already locked
the door, he can’t come. Can he?”. After a few moment, she shook her head. Stupid, she thought.
Stop imagining things, she reminded herself.
Chuckling at her ridiculous
thoughts, she stands up and went to her window. The window was widely open and
she wanted to close it before she went to bed. Suddenly, instead of closing the
window, her fingers went numb. Her body was shaking. Her mind went blank. Her lips
were trembling.
She had seen something. Something was so shocking, she can't even move.
He was there. He is like a shadow
itself. Wearing all black, hooded sweater covering his face. He was lurking at
her front gate. Waiting for hours so that he can see her. Even if he can only
see her silhouette, it was enough. Now that he seen her, he was contented. Smiling,
he left the place.
“I’ll come again. As long as I can
see you, it didn’t matter”.
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