A victim of Darkness.

"I'm so exhausted" I thought to myself. I had just gotten off my night shift and could finally go home. "Should it even be legal to drive this tired?" I wondered. I couldn't get home any other way at this hour but it seemed dangerous to drive in such a lethargic state; not like it matters though, I could drive down this road blind by now, and I live in such a rural area that no cops are around to ticket me for it.

Recently I've enjoyed just looking out the side window when I drive, trying to memorize each tree, it seems silly, I know. No one could possibly memorize each tree, but it's fun to at least try. "Maybe it'd even help me escape an axe murderer." I said to myself, letting out a little chuckle after. I never talked to many people already; getting stuck with the night shift has made me even lonelier, making me resort to talking to myself at times.

As I pulled into my driveway and got out of my car I rushed to the door as fast as someone with severe sleep-deprivation can; I couldn't wait to get into bed. In my rush and tiredness I decided to forego the part where I lock my door. "Eh, no one comes around here anyway I'll be fine." I thought to myself. I made my way upstairs and into the comfort of my bed. It felt so good to finally get some rest after such a long day. As soon as I hit the surface of the soft, freshly-washed sheets, I had fallen asleep almost immediately.

My body jolted itself awake, almost as if it was aware of something I didn't know about. I was suddenly filled with a burst of energy and a massive urge to go downstairs and actually lock the door this time. "What the hell was I thinking leaving it unlocked." I say to myself as I walk down the stairs. Feeling my heart beat a little faster out of fear someone might've come into the house I rush a bit quicker to lock the door, almost stumbling over myself a few times. Finally, when I reached the door I quickly grabbed the keys hanging next to it and locked it. A rush of relief soon came over me when I realized I was now safe, and I started going back to bed.

As I was going back to bed I heard something drop behind me. I froze. Surely this couldn't be someone who came in through the door could it? I know I was worried but my nearest neighbors are miles away, it couldn't possibly be an intruder. Nevertheless, I turned around and went to investigate the noise. It had sounded like it came from my kitchen so that was the first place I went, navigating through my unlit house was surprisingly easy despite it being pitch black and my burst of energy having faded leaving me half asleep again. I flipped the light switch inside the kitchen and scanned the floor, trying to find the fallen object.

After a few minutes of searching to no avail, the light suddenly shut off. "God damnit, did one of the fuses go out again?" I said to myself, I started to walk towards the basement door, ready to fix the issue. With every step I took got more and more anxious, what if this was someone who broke in? Toying with me, waiting for the right opportunity to strike, and leave me dead on the floor. "No, that's ridiculous, if there was anyone here I'd know by now." I had spoken my thoughts out loud, unintentionally. "But would you really?" A deep, raspy voice had replied.

I froze in shock. I was about to start crying but I decided to keep my composure. This could just be hallucinations from the lack of sleep, and besides, if there was someone here I wouldn't want them thinking I'm vulnerable. "Hm? Why so still all of a sudden, did something scare you?" The voice said, laughing to itself a little. "W-what do you want?" I somehow managed to muster out. No response. Perhaps it was all in my head after all then. I felt a relief wash over me. Then, all of a sudden, I felt the cold, sharp, edge of a knife, pressed against my throat and someone's rough, calloused, hands pressed against my eyes.

My first instinct was to scream, but obviously after doing that for a minute, I realized it was futile. At this point I was nothing but a sobbing mess of snot and tears, waiting for the moment this individual would kill me. "W-who are you?" I screamed through my tears.                                                  "Me? You could say I'm your secret admirer." The voice gently whispered into my left ear. "I've been following you a lot lately,  in real life and on the internet, I've acquired quite an attraction to you. Unfortunately, you're straight, aren't you? Well that's what I'm here to fix." The voice continued to whisper, getting more adamant as he went on.