The Hunter, Or Should I Say The Hunted
"Don't run from me Sweetheart!" I heard a whisper as a walked home from the bar. I don't know if it's because I'm drunk or if it was real. My phone read 1:00 A.M. Oh no. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around stumbling. "Hey baby!" There was a guy just smiling down at me. I squirmed away from him and ou...
