His Dark Obsession

Chapter 5: Her.

"Do you think I'm going crazy?", I ask Maisie through the phone.

"I really don't know. You said there was no sign of entry anywhere so it's really weird but I don't see what else it could've been. Maybe they just have really good skills of leaving no trace behind", she replies. 

"Do you think I should bother ringing the police?".

She sighs before saying, "I think so, yeah. I mean, a rose randomly appearing and a poem with your full name at the end. I'd definitely report that".

"Okay, I've just pulled up to work so I'll give them a ring when I get in. I know Lynn won't mind", I say as I reach over the seat for my bag.

"Sounds good, let me know what they say".

"Will do, talk later", I chime and as always she hangs up before either of us can say bye. I think she just doesn't like saying bye, which is actually quite cute.

I make my way into work and see Lynn making herself a cup of coffee just next to the reception.

"Morning, love. Cuppa?", she asks in a cheery tone. She's definitely more of a morning person than I am.

"Please, yeah. I need it", I sigh as I set my bag down behind the desk.

"Rough weekend?", she asks as she pours out the coffee.

"I think someone broke into my house last night", I say bluntly, leaning against my hands on the desk.

"Oh god, are you okay?", she shoots her head to look at me as she stirs the coffee.

"Yeah. I didn't see or hear anyone, and they didn't take anything. I couldn't even find a sign of entry. All they left was a single rose and part of a poem on a scrap piece of paper", I say scrunching my nose as I look down. It sounds even weirder when I say it out loud.

She walks over with my coffee and sets it down next to me, "Well, that's...odd."

"At the end of the poem they wrote my full name too. It was a verse from a poem I like, something I'm very into but no one knows about. I keep poetry books in a shelf in my bedroom which makes me think they were in my room, when I was asleep", I take a big breath and I can feel anxiety creeping up. Just knowing that someone was most likely standing over me and watching me sleep, it makes my heart race.

"Oh, Anna that sounds awful. Have you rang the police? You should get security cameras at your door".

That sounded like a good plan to get cameras. Maybe I can catch the son of a bitch in the act. "I was hoping I could ring the police here? I didn't ring them because I didn't know if it was worth reporting", I say then take a sip of my coffee.

"Of course it's worth reporting! Phone them right now, we haven't got anyone coming in for another 15 minutes".

Hearing that I'm not crazy for thinking of calling the police made me feel a lot better. It's just such an odd thing to do. Why break into someone's house, not to steal anything or hurt me, but to just look around then leave a flower and a poem? It's like some fucked up romantic gesture. And the lines they chose, could ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful, Annabella Leigh. That's hinting about attached souls, do I have a stalker? The half of me that isn't scared is pissed off. I want to catch the creep myself when he next tries to come in. I don't know how I'll ever sleep after this.

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What could be better than kisses from a Husky pup? She came in for her first groom today and I think I fell in love; I definitely want one now. We're closing for the day, and I've just packed all my stuff away. I got through to the police and they put down a report, and also advised me to get security cameras. They said they can't do much else, but to ring 999 if I hear or see my ghost; that's my new nickname for them. Lynn let me ring a security company right after and they're coming to fit cameras tomorrow morning. I'm just going to stay up all night tonight, and if I catch the fucker then hallelujah.