Allison's back itched like spiders were crawling up and down it. Someone was watching her. She could feel it.
She turned around quickly. Her eyes scanned the forest around her. She saw a shadow move in the corners of her eyes. She spun around quickly, her heart beating, and stared at the shadow.
The shadow was of a man. He was staring back at her. She stepped forward, as if to go to him, but froze. His eyes weren't normal. They were black.
"Who are you?" She asked quietly, her soft voice barely reaching his pointed ears.
"No one to concern yourself with, girl," he snarled out, emphasizing girl with a sneer. Suddenly he raised a video camera and said, "I'm taping the local wildlife." Weird, she thought. I was just wondering what he was doing.
He turned and disappeared into the forest. Allison continued to her house through the shortcut, knowing she would be late. She heard a distant click behind her, from the camera he was holding. It was close by. She ignored it, believing he was just filming wildlife.
The next day, Allison and her boyfriend were holding hands in the park. She saw the same man, watching her, holding a camera. She pointed him out to Joe (her boyfriend) but he had disappeared.
As she was walking alone through the forest once again, she heard the click, then a twig snapped underneath heavy weight behind her. She turned around and came face-to-face with her stalker, Camera Man.
"Hello there, girl," he sneered. "You shouldn't walk through the woods alone. There are many bad things on the woods."
"Like you?" She snapped back, her mouth moving before her mind could stop her. His eyes grew dark.
Smack! The sound of skin on skin echoed through the forest. Her hand flew up to her cheek, where he had hit her. It was hot and swelling.
"Exactly like me," he growled. He grabbed her arm and yanked her away.
The next day, when she didn't return home, her parents got very concerned and called the police. A few days later, a video tape appeared on their doorstep.
It was of Allison's murder. Her kidnapper had cut off all her fingers while she was still alive, so she was still bleeding. Her tongue was missing so she couldn't scream. Then, they shoot and stabbed her, making it as painful as possible. At the end of the video, the man stood, looking into the camera.
"You're next, Victoria," he breathed out to Allison's mother. He grinned evilly and shut off the video camera.
The next day, Allison's body came up found. But her mom went missing.
To this day, he kidnaps girls and their mothers. Always with video tapes showing their murders. He has never been caught.
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Short Stories/Dreams
Short StoryHere's a book of short stories. I'll put in some of my freaky dreams and everything, including other genres such as romance and adventure, and some depressing feel stories. It might be a little gruesome, frightening, or downright mental. Don't call...