The Unknown

He's here, he's there, he's not, he is. She can't figure it out but there is someone following her... or is it some-thing? why or what does he want.

"Who are you and why are you following me!" I shouted at my mystery stalker, my fist tightly gripped the front of his nice suit shirt and tie. My nostrils flared out of anger and I was breathing heavy even though I hadn't done any running to catch him.
My heart started to race in my chest when he finally looked down at me with those stone grey eyes. The words were stuck in my throat like a marble, as his head started to lean in closer to my face. When he finally stopped directly in front of my face so close our noses barely touched, disappointment shot threw me.
Taking a deep breath I quickly dismissed the absurd feeling. 'This is your stalker Cat! What are you doing!' Pulling myself back to reality I realized his lips had begun to part. 'He's ganna say something!'
His calculating eyes, flicked to my lips for a moment then back to my eyes. I almost swore I could heard a purring sound rumble through his chest. As I started to think I had gone insane, he vanished.