The Creep

Me

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I told Cass about the customer, and she laughed.

"Nina, he's harmless. He has been coming in here for years. He's so sweet. Are you sure he did this to you?" Cass asked.

"Wow, Cass! That's a new low. I think I'm gonna go home. Is that okay? I can find another ride, and you can close up with your mom," I said to her.

"Uh...yes. Nina, don't go. I'm sorry, he is just so nice and doesn't seem like that type, you know," she said.

I didn't say anything to her—I just left. It was dark out, and I didn't have a ride, so I decided to walk home. As I was walking, car lights turned on.

They were so bright. I was annoyed, waiting for them to pass so I could give whoever it was the finger. But the car went slow and did not pass me. Instead, as it came near, I saw the man from earlier.

"Need a ride?" he asked.

"Um, no...!" I said, sounding very surprised and nervous.

He stepped out of his car, walking closer to me.

"Nonsense. Get in the car—it'll be safer than walking," he said.

I was nervous. He was so tall and scary-looking. I hesitated, but I went.

"What's a pretty girl like yourself doing walking home at this hour?" he asked.

"I was on my way home from work," I said.

"Oh, I see. Well, if you ever need a ride, I can give you a lift," he said.

"Um, okay," I said.

"What's your address?" he asked.

"My address is 1212 Randin Drive," I told him.

"Okay, I actually live there too," he said, seeming too happy. "I live in Apt 203," he added.

I didn't say anything because I lived in 207, a few doors down from him. I wondered if he had seen me there before.

"We're here!" he said.

I snapped out of whatever daze I was in and looked at him.

"Thanks!" I said, not really wanting to talk to him further.

"No problem, beautiful." He got out of the car and walked around to open my door.

"You didn't have to do that," I said.

"It's my pleasure," he said.

We walked quietly to the elevator, with him trailing closely behind me. I was weirded out, but at the same time, I tried to remain calm.

"Which floor?" he asked, already pressing Floor 2.

"Same as you," I said.

He smiled and put his hands in his pockets, staring at me. The elevator door opened, and I quickly walked to my apartment and unlocked my door. As soon as I opened it, I turned to close it. Suddenly, he walked in behind me.

"W-what are you doing?" I froze but said it softly.

He put his finger to his lips and said, "Shhhh."

"Please just leave. You don't have to do this," I whispered.

He just looked at me with a look of lust. He closed my door and locked it. I felt all the blood rush to my head and started feeling dizzy. I kept backing up until there was nowhere left to go. He slowly walked to me and kissed me.