Fright Night! #Wattys2016

Secret Admirer

I was sitting in my cubicle and I received a bouquet of flowers. The card read,

"From your secret admirer."

I spent the rest of the day wondering who had sent me the flowers. I had my suspicions but no one fessed up when confronted. I took the flowers home and put them on the counter in the kitchen. A few days later I was sitting on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy when there was a knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone but there was a Domino's delivery guy on the other side of the peephole.

He handed me a pizza and walked off. The special instructions on the delivery sticker read,

"From your secret admirer."

I texted my friend Janet and asked her if she had ordered me a pizza as a prank. She had no idea what I was talking about.

Little gifts like that arrived every other day. Every time they attached note read,

"From your secret admirer."

It was sweet, but I was starting to get a little creeped out. I mentioned this to Janet as we talked on the phone. She mentioned telling the flower shop my story and said,

"You tell them the guy's a stalker and they might just tell you who sent it."

I did just that. Ten minutes later I had a name, my secret admirer was named John Smith and he paid with a gift card. The gifts stopped for a while. After about a month I had all but forgot about the experience when another bouquet of flowers arrived at my cubicle. The note read,

"Still your secret admirer."

I'd had enough. I called the flower shop and asked them not to deliver anymore flowers to my office. They obliged. I started to refuse the deliveries and filed a complaint with the police department. They took my statement but told me there wasn't much they could do.

Last night I came home to find a note on my bedroom door. It read,

"Your secret admirer is waiting inside."

I didn't open my door. I immediately ran from the apartment and called the police from the parking lot. They went inside but found no one in my room and no note on the door. After taking another statement and asking me to call if anything came up. I went back inside. As I walked back to my apartment I could hear light footfalls behind me in the hallway. I turned around but saw no one. My apartment door was ajar as I walked up to it.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up as I heard a quiet voice whisper into my ear,

"You really are beautiful."

I rushed inside the apartment and slammed the door behind me. By the time I had looked the door and looked through the peephole no one was there. The police didn't find anyone in the building. I don't know what to do.

~•~•~
Anyone know who the secret admirer is? Take a guess!