I froze, my thumb hovering above the call button.
How could they see me? How did they know what I was doing?
I got another text.
Unknown: Do you really want to test me?
I bit my lip and pressed call. It was only seconds later when a third text appeared on my screen and I'd never killed a call so fast.
It was a picture of Jackson, sleeping in his bed with a knife to his throat.
My fingers flew across the screen as I typed.
Me: Please don't hurt him.
Unknown: I won't if you behave.
Me: I won't call the police. I promise. Just leave him alone.
My hands shook so bad.
Unknown: Good choice.
I bit my lip and waited anxiously, but I received no more texts form my stalker, no confirmation they hadn't hurt Jackson, no evidence that they had.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep at all the rest of the night.
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The next morning all I could feel was fear as I turned off my alarm, as I showered, as I dressed, as I left my apartment, locked the door and headed down to my car.
I couldn't shake it.
Was Jackson okay? Did they hurt him?
I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head. I pulled out my phone and called him.
He picked up on the fifth ring.
"Kasey, do you have any idea what time it is?"
I nearly sighed in relief at the sound of Jackson's voice.
"It's only 6:30." I replied, trying to keep my voice light. I couldn't give anything away. Not yet. "How are you? Did you sleep okay?"
I could hear the confusion in his tone as he replied. "Like a baby. Why are you calling, Kase?"
I bit my lip. "Just wanted to check in, is all."
"Seriously." He prodded. "You know I don't wake up till like 11. You never call this early. Is something going on?"
"No." I chuckled nervously. "I'm fine, for real."
"Kasey--"
"Well, I'm at work now. Got to go. Love ya, bye." I hung up quickly and tucked my phone back in my pocket.
I was still five minutes away from work but he didn't have to know that.
I pulled into a parking spot at the back of the parking lot and headed to the bookstore. My boss greeted me at the door and I got to work opening up.
The day passed by slowly. I couldn't stop thinking about the stalker, about what they could do, about what might happen to me. I was scared, really scared, more scared than I'd ever felt before, but there was nothing I could do.
Except maybe get better locks for my apartment.
It was the end of my shift and I was packing up my bag when the door to the breakroom opened. I glanced up, but it was only Elliot, one of my coworkers. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Afternoon, Kasey." He said.
"Afternoon." I replied.
He hesitated. "Hey, I was wondering... There's this fancy new restaurant that just opened down the street. I was thinking we could go there later tonight after my shift."
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Stalking Kasey
Mystery / ThrillerStalkers, murder, and lies. He was coming. I was terrified. I heard the doorknob turn and my heart dropped to my stomach. He was here. He entered my apartment. Casually, like he'd been there a million times before, and maybe he had. He wore blac...