Drown

Stalker

A few days before, I found myself going about my usual routine, sipping on my favourite cup of coffee from a familiar shop. The warm bitterness of the drink never failed to jumpstart my day, but on this particular

morning

, my attention was drawn away from its usual effect. As I stared into the depths of my cup, lost in my own thoughts, nostalgia for my childhood consumed me. Amidst the old tunes playing in the background, reminiscent of the melodies favoured by our grandparents, I couldn't help but feel a strange presence watching me, casting a dark shadow over my otherwise mundane day.

With each sip I took, an unsettling feeling overcame me, causing my throat to tighten and making it difficult to swallow. The most peculiar aspect of it all was that whenever I turned to investigate the source of the shadow, it would vanish, leaving me unable to trace its path. This realization only added to my mounting unease, leading me to conclude that this was far from a normal day, and my instincts urged me to leave the coffee shop before finishing my drink.

As I stepped out into the cold atmosphere, a chill coursed through my spine, intensifying the sense of foreboding that had already settled within me. Seeking solace in the familiarity of my old Corolla, I hastily made my way to my car, hoping that the confines of its familiar interior would offer me some semblance of safety. Little did I know that my journey was far from over.

As the traffic lights changed, I noticed a black car lingering behind me through the rear-view mirror. The sheer coincidence of it standing out in a sea of vehicles made me question if it was mere happenstance or something more sinister. To put my suspicions to the test, I decided to manoeuvre through the crowded streets, weaving in and out of lanes and cutting through intersections, all the while keeping a close eye on the black car's movements.

After several heart-pounding moments, I finally managed to lose the car, its presence fading into the distance. The relief washed over me like a wave, tinged with confusion and curiosity. What was happening? What could have led to such a pursuit? Thoughts of having a stalker plagued my mind, and I silently prayed that this would not turn out to be the case. The uncertainty loomed like a dark cloud, casting a shadow not only over my day but also over my sense of security.