Stalker

"Hello again, Cassandra." The letters pop up on my phone screen, as I search frantically for the source he's coming from. "We meet again."

I ignore his taunts and continue to type, scrolling through the endless list of files and numbers that could lead to him. My palms already feel clammy, and sweaty while my heart can't seem to slow down in the slightest. I rushed home as fast as I could, and logged on to connect his messages to my database. But a weird feeling hits me, as if this is what he wants. What he's planned all along.

"That's a lovely dress you're wearing." He adds, and I stop in my tracks, glancing down between my phone, and the dress I'm wearing. "Red truly is your color."

"You're watching me?" I whisper, hoping I'm just talking to myself in this room.

"No, my dear. I'm simply admiring you."