A short horror story written by my sisters.
The first time I saw her I was in awe, she was a beautiful masterpiece of art never seen before by my eyes of blue. My thoughts of her beauty were always cloudy, but the thoughts were constant and never ending. I would watch her everyday, never letting her out of my mind and sometimes never out of my sight. The longer I watched the more I learned, such as the fact she has nothing wrong with her, everything was perfect about her and I drank it all in every chance I got. The only slight problem I found with my muse was the inconsistency of her daily routine, she went to the same classes on the assigned days but after they were over and I found myself having trouble finding her as the days passed by, some days were easier than others but I was at a lose with her location some days. I had never been so enamored with one of my victims before, or let myself indulge this deeply into one before. She was the most addicting muse that I had found yet, and I knew she was now my favorite.
I always felt anxious as I walked along the sidewalks anywhere that I went. Something strange was off. I felt as if someone or something was always following and watching me, I didn’t know how to feel about this all I knew was I was done going out by myself at night for the time being. The only times I felt a sense of peace and safety was when I was going somewhere new with my friends, that was the only time my feeling of worry and alertness would be washed away. If someone was really watching me I feared for my safety and knew one day whoever the creep was would be put in a penitentiary, or at least I hoped they would be. The only thing going well for me was my schooling right now, I was doing great and my mind and education was growing day after day. My relationship was in disarray after the verbal quarrel we shared a few nights ago. My life was a giant mess that I wasn’t ready to dive into and resolve all the lasting issues. I started hanging out at all my friends’ places more often to compensate for the constant feeling of unease. I turned in my resignation for my part time job since the uneasy feeling was always the strongest when I was there and I was getting so tired of it being everywhere I went and during everything I do. I should have been more cautious about the whole affair but I would sometimes brush it off as if nothing would and nothing could happen.
She was so pure and wholesome like she has never done anything bad in her life but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. God I couldn’t wait to have her in my grasp because her stay with me would be permanent and it would not be her decision to leave me at any point in time.
I was walking home one night. It was in the middle of the night, so dark and I knew better than to do this with the circumstances but I did it anyway, not even giving the bad feeling any thought. It felt like someone was watching me again. I kept turning around and looking all around me never seeing anything but the slightest movement but by the time I saw it the figure was already gone. I started walking faster now, almost jogging just hoping to make it back to my room in time. I turned down one of the sideways and at the end of the road right in front of the main entrance to my dorm was a tall broad man in jeans, a hoodie was covering his face in swirling dark shadows. Once I saw him I turned around and started running back the way I came from but it was no use. He was caught up to me in an instant, grabbing me by my hair that was swept up in a high ponytail. My screams were inaudible since it was three in the morning and no one else was up this late. The angry altercation went on for as long as I could ward him off which was a very short time. Finally I couldn’t do it anymore, my arms and legs flailing, I fought as long as I could. Something hit me in the head hard and after that all that came was the darkness closing in on my eyes, squeezing them tight.
Finally I had acquired what I wanted most, I couldn’t wait for those eyes to open so I could finally see them up close and open for me. All I knew was that this human would perish in my hands and I’d be happy throughout the whole process of this affair. Finally the eyes of my captive slowly fluttered open, and all I could see was the deep blue depths of the eyes that had been watching me for weeks. Little did he know I was the real watcher the whole time, my stalker was unaware he was the real one being stalked.
Housed and Fed 