Short Stories

Stalker

When I head first set sights on her, I had considered her as an angel, a goddess of beauty. Everything about her was just excellent. Her beauty had hooked my observation at the neighborhood bar in my city. I had no clue a vision like her was doing in a dump of a town like this, but I was just jovial that I had received the chance to observe her. I had desired to communicate with her. However, her beauty had changed me into an individual with no confidence. As a secondary strategy to be near her, I observed her from a distance. My observation of my new goddess continued for weeks. I accompanied her all over the place without her knowledge.

      The more I observed her, the more I had begun to witness her unusual behaviors and activities. Whenever she would go home, she would travel directly for the cellar and bolt herself within. I could never view whatever she would perform inside the basement. Yet, I fancied that she was dressing for me, so the following opportunity I could observe her, I would be able to communicate with her. However, as I had believed, she wouldn't be dressing for me. Instead, she would arrive outside of the cellar with red specks on her magnificent skin. I didn't deem anything of this because I was extra concerned surrounding observing her eternal beauty.

      Another week later, my goddess would frequently look in my direction. I worked vigorously to shelter myself from her divine gaze. On one of the immeasurable days of my life, I happened to be home alone, reminiscing my goddess when there was a knock at the entrance. I was not a person with numerous comrades or relatives, so someone knocking at my door was considered odd. To my absolute astonishment, my glorious goddess was standing at the entrance, looking at gorgeous as eternally. Never in all my life have I been so apprehensive before. Just staying adjacent to her was sufficient to make me an anxious wreck. My goddess assured me that she comprehended I was "stalking" her and that she genuinely found it charming in a gentleman similar to me. She requested me to go on a date with her. I enthusiastically accepted her invitation.

      For the next month, my goddess and I donated plenty of time together. Eventually, we started updating. I had never had a girlfriend before and was quite enthusiastic about it. Our relationship developed out of control, and we couldn't be without each other. I thought we had a perfect relationship at first until she became clingy to the point where she didn't even let me leave my apartment without her. I decided it would be best if we broke up. However, she didn't take our breakup so well. She nearly killed me when I suggested that she break up. After our breakup, she stalked me everywhere I went and wouldn't leave me alone. Everywhere I went, she followed me. It became self-evident that I had a stalker. She had sprung to stalk me even at home. It appeared as if I was never permitted to be isolated with her around me. My mother had recommended that I move away. I began to hunt for a nearby home to my mother's residence since she was ill, and I was required to be taken into consideration of her anyways. 

      However, she had discovered out somehow and began to torment me with stringent messages over the telephone. I blocked her subsequent the first hundred threatening messages. Her stalking me continued for about two more years. In those two years, her violent temper had gotten worse. Sometimes she would break into my home to steal something that belonged to me or even make outrageous claims about being my wife. During those years, my life was like a living nightmare that wouldn't stop.