Mr. Stalker...

Mr. Stalker...

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"I...I don't know who you are or what you want but just leave me alone!!" I yelled down the phone tears pouring out my eyes non-stop. I heard his deep voice down the phone he was... laughing at me! Why was he laughing?! I wiped the falling tears of my face just for them to be replaced by new ones. "Oh sweetie... It's not that simple I will kill for you... YOU will be MINE!" He said darkly before hanging up leaving me once again crying.... Ever wondered what it's like to be watched all day everyday? Ever wondered what it's like to be watched at all? And have you ever felt like you're being watched?... Well.. Thats my life I am watched every single day by somebody I know nothing about.. Except for the fact he is my stalker. What will I do when I find out who he is?... My names Demi Henderson and this is the story of me and my obsessive Mr Stalker... Not your cliche Stalker book. Please just give it a go :) actually looking forward to writing this different to what I normally write. If you like it please make sure to vote for I know if to keep updating and how often :) Bye loves!!
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