The Rose
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"I'M NOT CRAZY!!!! I SAW HIM HE WAS FOLLOWING ME". I said trying to convince the officer that I was telling the truth.
"Ma'am calm down. I'm sure you were a little drunk, you did come from a New Year's party and you confessed to drinking after all. Maybe you saw something that wasn't there. It happens all the time." The officer said in a calm tone.
"I SAW HIM AND I'LL PROVE IT. I then left the police station, feeling the metal door slam behind me.
That's when I saw him. I saw his shadowy figure just standing there. Excited by the fear he knew i had of him......
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