I was walking down the corridor. As I was doing so I felt something brush up against me. The cool touch of a hand. It was a sweaty Palm. I screamed. They grabbed me and threw me in a room. The cool touch of skin against my bear arms. "Hello, Brianna." "Who are you what do you want?" The lights flickered on. "Blake? Is that you?" I asked. My ex. He walked out of the dark shadows. He had always been a little creepy. He was one of the reasons we moved. "I'm back." He singed. my stalker was back to haunt me.
