The stalker of 49th street

CHAPTER ONE

My life was going perfect. Everything was perfect. I had a cute boyfriend that cared for me, I had good grades, and good friends.  I thought I was living the life. Until one day. A day that made my life terrible. I was walking home from school that day. I really wasn't scared of walking home by myself because I thought my neighborhood was safe. When I was walking home, I saw a trashy looking car parked not too far from where I was standing. When I looked in though the window, there was a mysterious looking man in the car looking at me like we were having a staring contest or something. I didn't think it was a big deal, so I just kept on walking. After a minute or two, he started to come up to me. To be honest, the guy in the car looked kinda cute from his face.

"Need a ride pretty girl"?

"No, no thanks I can walk from here"

"You sure"? the strange man said

"Positive" I said "see you around"

He drove off. I was kinda getting the goosebumps but I just shook them off. When I finally got home, I turned off the alarm in the garage, closed the door and turned the alarm back on.

"I need to change clothes.  I'm all sweaty"

When I was done changing my clothes, I went down stairs to get a snack.

"Good thing it's Friday. I don't have any homework"

"SHIT! I forgot my jacket at school. Oh we'll.

And right when I took the first bite of the apple,in my hand....

[Knock knock knock]

Someone was knocking on the door. I went to go turn off the alarm went to go  see who was at the door. When I opened the door, there he was.

Standing in front of me.

Looking at him deeply into his eyes and onto mine.

When I looked down, he had a big black bag just as the size as me. Like it was for me.

Only me.

"Gotcha" he said, as I screamed in horror