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And then,
I felt it.
A little kick in my stomach, at that I stopped completely, feeling my skin crawling like there was something on it.
Hair on the back of my head stoop up. And I knew I was in deep shit.
I knew something was definitely wrong. Someone was watching me. And whoever it was, was someone I knew.
Feeling my legs itching to run faster, I couldn't wait for something to happen, I sprinted all the way to my apartment, where I hoped I could be safe.