The StalkerAnd there he was. He followed me around every block a few steps behind me, stopping every time I did and turning around every corner. I remember it was a scary night, a night I will never forget. There was an almost eerie feeling as soon as I closed the store, I could feel someone watching me from the building across the street. The dark presence of a slender man caught my attention in the dimly lit street, he did not dare to hide standing under the street lamp, facing me. It was difficult to make out his facial features because of what looked like scars and several stitches along his eye. As the fog settled in and the cold wind whispered, I decided to walk home. Abandoned, foggy apartments and dead, amber leaves that had fallen weeks before made the walk bloodcurdling. What was normally a fifteen minute walk home seemed like an hour. As I got closer to home, I started to pick up my pace, but the man behind me took bigger, faster steps. The wind grew gusty, the night turned bitter, and my panic began to take over. The sound of wind chimes in nearby houses made it almost ghostly, along with the occasional flicker of streetlights. The entire neighborhood seemed to capture what appeared to be an unearthly night. I got to my block, ran to the creaky porch and turned around to see if he was there, but to my amazement he was standing in the corner, still looking at me but frozen and only left when I opened the door. He just turned around and left like nothing happened. Still anxious, I took off my shoes, hung up my coat and headed straight to the kitchen but as I passed my couch, I heard a loud creak coming from the door. I froze in the center of the hallway at the shrill sound of metal on metal and the thought of an unwashed middle of paper...and only made things worse. Just as the man was about to grab me, I opened the door. As I took the last step onto my porch, I told myself it was all over. I heard that same moan beside me so I dove my body but tripped and landed on the sidewalk. My badly scratched arm and the flaps of skin hanging from my knee prevented me from getting up. It was less than a second later that I realized the man had pulled out the object again and was walking faster towards me. I tried to get up and run away but my body was frozen with fear. I lay there with my arms above my head on the ground, only imagining what might happen next. The faint sound of his slow, heavy breathing made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I slowly looked up to check if he was still there and the last thing I saw was a grotesque, hemic hand about to grab my face..