The Rake.

"Why? After all these years of stalking me, tormenting me , watching me. why now? Why only now do you appear again. Is this what you wanted? You ,you wanted me to get into this shit show? To dwindle into nothing ,but a sickly person?"

Still no response , just those large black eyes staring into my teary eyed one's.

This time he did something he's never done.He lifted his chalk white hand and stretched it out infront of me.
Inside his cold hand was a scrupled piece of paper.

Slowly I took the ball of paper out of his wet hand.

I opened it.