Obsession (A Dark Romance)

Chapter 5

Little Doe

Liz looks at me with worry in her brown eyes.
"Does it say who sent it?"

I nod. "Uh, n-not really." I pause, swallowing down my nervousness, I walk over to the garbage can and throw out the note, the note that had blood stains on it. "But I think it's from.. him."

Giving me a confused looks, Liz sits down on the bar stool next to the island. "From who? Who are you talking about?"
Sighing, I sit down next to her and cover my face up with my hands.
"The stalker. The one who broke into my house yesterday."

She scoffs. "It can't be. No one is going to go through all that trouble, just to prove a point."
I frown.
"Liz, I'm telling you. It's him. It has to be!" I pause again. "He wrote a specific word. Something that he carved into that flower, something only him and I would know about."

Liz shakes her head. "What do you mean?"
Turning my head over to where the flower lays, I take a deep breath in.
"Little Doe. He called me Doe."

**

"Alright, call me if you need anything." Liz says whilst walking to the front door. "Wait - maybe I should just stay over for the night."
I breathe in, giving a soft smile.

"I would love that, but you also have your own life, and a job you have to go to tomorrow. I can't depend on you for everything. Especially something like." I pause for a second while waving my hands in the air. "This."

Liz looks at me and frowns. "I know, I know. I'm just a little worried for you."

Putting my hands on my hips, I jokingly say;
"What happened to 'no one would go through all that trouble just to prove a point.' - just to clarify that you said that." I say while making my voice go up an octave.

She pushes my arm to the side, making me lose my balance slightly.
"Yeah yeah, I get it. It's just after you told me what he said, I got freaked out a tad bit."

Nodding my head in understanding, I step up to Liz and wrap my arms around her.
"Listen." I say, letting go of her. "I'm sure I'll be okay. I'll make sure all my doors are locked, and if I have too, I will contact the security company and get cameras set up."

She give a soft smile. "Alright, well, I guess I'll head out then. And remember, call me if any thing happens. Got it?"
Smiling, I grab ahold of the door handle, and start to shut it.

"Yes ma'am. Drive safe." I say, as I slowly close the door, making sure to twist the lock, ensuring it is sealed.

**

Grabbing the popcorn bowl, I walk up to the microwave and pull out the bag of popcorn, pouring it into the bowl.
Since I'm alone, I thought I might have a movie night to myself. Also, it makes me feel safe knowing that there is noise in the background. Makes me feel less alone.

After I put the butter over the popcorn, and shake it about, I walk over to my couch, plopping down.
Twisting around slightly, I grab the remote off of the back of the couch, turning it on. I have zero clue on what to watch.
Scrolling through the channels, I see that a horror movie is playing.

Fear

How fucking ironic.
A mother fucking stalker movie. Huffing I change the channel quickly. Obviously, now that I have my own stalker in my life, it's a little bit of a trigger for me. Especially since the little 'finger' incident. I squirm in my seat at just the thought of it.

Before Liz left today, we went down to the lake behind my house and buried it. After we stuck it underground, we also buried some roadkill that we found about 2 inches on top of the box of fingers. I learned that from a murder mystery documentary. If you bury something that can overpower the object you're trying to hide, a police dog can't find it. All they will find is the roadkill. I guess those shows are good for something - If only my mother were here, she's probably say something dramatic like;

'Those damn shows you watch are going to rot your brain out! You'll end up turning into a psychopath just like that Jeffery boy!'

Welp, little does she know, those documentaries most likely saved my ass from going to jail. I would not like being wrongly accused of cutting a man's fingers off.

After scrolling for 10 minutes looking for something to watch, I end up settling on the food channel. It's calming, and it has nothing to do with murder.

Perfect.

But of course, my night of stuffing my face with popcorn and coca-cola comes to an end when I hear something creak from above me. It sounds as if someone was upstairs, sneaking around. My mind is probably just playing tricks on me. I've been so stressed out about the stalker that my brain is just putting my fears out in the open air.

Shaking my head from the thought of someone being in my house, I continue in to watch the television. While I'm trying to focus on what the woman is cooking on the tv, I see something from the window in my peripherals.

Putting my popcorn down in the side table next to the arm chair of the couch, I stand up and walk over to the window. Staring out into the darkness,  I scan the surrounding area before me. It's like my whole being is wanting me to catch the stranger hiding in the night. My knees quiver at the thought. What is wrong with me? There is a literal being who is trying to possibly hurt you, and your pussy is quaking at the thought of him watching you from afar. God.

And that's when I finally see him. My outside lights turn on, the sensor seeing someone approach. He doesn't come close enough to the light for me to get a good look at him. All I can see is his mask. The same mask he wore the first night he visited, and he wore the same black hoodie that covers his head, with a strand of hair freeing its self from the hood, hanging over his mask.

I take a step back, my breath stopping. My heart is beating a mile a minute. Putting my hand to my back pocket, I reach for my phone. My first thought is to call Liz and let her know he is here.

But before I could do that, my phone buzzes. Looking down at the screen, a notification pops up of a text message from an unknown blocked number.

I take a minute to put my finger over the lingering text message, anticipating on what I am about to see. Opening up the app, my heart stops.

Unknown Number:
                   Hello Little Doe.
      Did you enjoy my little gift?