This is a Warning

Part 2

Out of sight, out of mind. The saying is terribly inaccurate. Noon rolled around, and I hadn't been able to think of anything except for the dreaded paper in my desk. And it doesn't help that my head has been pounding all morning.

Water, I need a glass of water.

I stand up and massage the back of my head as I make my way over to the kitchenette. I can feel eyes watching me as I walk, but when I turn to see who is looking at me, everyone seems to be doing their own things. No one is paying attention. I try to shrug the uncomfortable feeling off, but I can still feel a pair of murderous eyes burning holes into my skin. I shudder. This isn't a joke. Someone wants to kill me.

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I am out the doors as soon as my watch beeps at 5:00 p.m.. I hop into my Vauxhall and pull out of the parking lot, but rather than turning towards home like I would have any other day, I find myself driving in the opposite direction. I shudder as I realize, I don't want to go home. I don't want to be alone, so far from everyone else. I normally love the seclusion and privacy my house provides, but now, my house isn't safe. It's so far away, and whoever wrote this note knows where I live.

Three days ago, I had called the police to report what I suspect was an attempted break-in. There were scuff marks that I most certainly would not have left, and rocks overturned, as well as the welcome mat, which had been flipped. Someone had been searching for a spare key. Lucky for me, I hide my spare key extremely well. No one would ever find it unless I specifically told them where it was, which I won't be doing for anyone. The police hadn't been able to do anything about it, except suggest I update my security system, because whoever it was didn't actually damage any property or get into the house.

Now though, I'm absolutely certain that they are the same person.