My Crazy Obsessed Stalker (Watty Awards 2011)

Preface

This story first started off in third person but iAm changing it to first person so the last few chapters are in third person. If there is a mistake somewhere let me know.

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Preface

I was awakened from a deep slumber by a noise outside my window. There was an ear-shattering blood-curdling scratching sound scraping the window. I shot up out of the bed, flinging the sheets off my bed and across the room as if they were made out of tissue paper. I slowly crept toward the sound and carefully pulled back the curtains. The window revealed nothing but an old oak tree; its branches convoluted and twisted, leaning towards the window as if it were a sunflower reaching for the sun. But attached to the tree was a small pink Post-It. It read “You’re Mine” with scrawny angry letters in black marker.

What could the note possibly mean? Was someone out to get me? I thought, and darted to the kitchen, attempting to turn the lights on. Maybe my neighbors have a phone I can use.

I grabbed my coat, and an ounce of courage. I opened the front door and ran halfway across the street. Before I could make it, a car blinded me, its lights distracted me as I stood like a deer in headlights, then everything went blank…