Capri, a museum curator who lived her whole life drowning in her nightmares never struggled to be happy. In fact, Capri was always happy despite her tedious struggles. She never failed to be kind. Everyone who met her said she was an angel. The joyf...
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I stared at the glowing eyes as thoughts ran through my head. Now scared wasn't really the word for how I felt. I wasn't scared of HIM. I knew in my gut that he wouldn't hurt me. Honestly my mind was more proud of myself that I wasn't actually crazy. Should I be scared instead?
"I know you're there," I said softly, hoping the figure would reveal itself so I would finally know who was following me. My guess was that it was the man from the alley way? However the gray eyes tempted me. They were strikingly similar to the man from my dreams. Was he the man from my dreams? Is that possible? Maybe it wasn't a dream?
The figure didn't speak and didn't move in the slightest, just stayed in the shadows of my room, quietly.
"I'm not scared of you." I said, coming to the conclusion that I have had worse dreams than this. Why was I not shitting my pants right now?
I heard a laugh come from the figure which made me grow quiet. "You should be, I'm a monster," I heard the figure say as he stood to his feet, pacing around my room. I had come to the conclusion that it was a he. The voice, the fame, the coincidences.
I stared at the man as he paced across my room, appearing to pull at the ends of his hair. He seemed to be battling with his self control. I couldn't help but stare, unable to find the words to say. Maybe I should call the cops? No. Wait? Maybe? Yeah I should. No. Okay? Maybe. Maybe..
The city lights shone through my window and across my room, lighting up by bed. However the man stayed as far away as possible, choosing to stay in the darkness. All I could see was the light shining against the side of his face. Even then I couldn't tell what he looked like.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" I asked, my eyes furrowing at him. I needed answers now.
He was silent but his body stopped and he stood still for a few moments until finally he moved, walking over to my bed. He put one knee up on the bed, leaning over me as he gripped the headboard. Though he was so close I still wasn't frightened by him. I was more uncomfortable that he was stalking me. What was he going to do? What did he want.
I noticed that he was wearing a hood, the shadow covering his face so I couldn't see him. However I could make out his gray eyes, bearing into my soul.
My breathing got heavier as he leaned over me. I had so many questions and I was so uncomfortable that a complete stranger was stalking me.
"Are you an angel?" He asked me softly.
I couldn't help but feel warm at his words and the way he spoke them. His voice sounded kind but his stances screamed danger.
