I was appalled to see something so brutal. Why would anyone send me something like this. Was this some kind of cruel joke? If so, it wasn't the least bit funny. I couldn't even lodge a complain on this guy because I had no idea as to who this was; not even a clue. If the person is trying to scare me, it was working. I didn't want to complain on this guy and make it a serious issue. I had neither the time or the money to do so. I had no time to spare on these petty issues. It was probably just a mean prank.
I went on with my day, as usual. In the evening, I went to work at the coffee shop. Em's shift was also with mine today. I was glad. I liked it when our shifts were together. We exchanged a word or two when we pass each other, which made the shift more interesting. It wasn't as tedious when she was around.
I was wiping a table, when I saw the announcement of breaking news on the television set above my head. What I saw and heard made my head spin. I felt like I was going to collapse. I took a seat on the seat closest to me, and turned my attention towards the screen, staring at it harder, a small part of my mind hoping that what I saw wasn't true, but it was clear as day.
The news said that they had found a body floating on the lake. The body was missing a part of one hand, from the wrist. The cause of death, according to experts had been blunt force trauma. The man had been struck on the head, numerous times, with a sharp object. The hand had been removed, in an unprofessional manner, after death. The person who had been murdered was Marcus Grande. The news displayed a picture of the man. The moment I saw the man, my heart started thundering with the fear I felt.
It was the guy who had grabbed me in the party last night. It was him. I was shocked and terrified at the same time. It was only now that I understood what the text and the photo from yesterday meant. "Those who lay a hand on an angel don't deserve to have a hand." The person who had been stalking me for the past few days had committed this murder because of me; and in some twisted sense, he had done it for me.
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Anonymous Stalker
Mystery / ThrillerDev starts receiving texts from an unknown number. She ignores them, assuming that it is just someone texting the wrong number, but things start to get creepy when the person seems to know where she is and what she is doing. She feels like she is st...
