Weeks before you started to notice strange things happening, clothes disappearing and just overall having the feeling of being watched and it creeped you out of course. Especially when an unknown number texted you.

But, despite that. You work at a successful company. One day when you were at work you had to stay over time as your boss asked you to. Now at 12am you were going to leave.

Walking down the hallway to the nearby exit you paused to look into your enemies office. He was sat at his desk, filling out paperwork as usual. Knocking on the door he raised his head to look at you, "Yes?”

You, having cleared your throat asked him if he could walk you to your car. Him being agitated before responded, "I’m clearly in the middle of something—"

You had cut him off by saying, “Please? It’ll only take a few minutes.” Finally your enemy, Raymond tossed his pen onto his desk and stood up with an annoyed grunt. “Fine."

Now the two of you walked in the dark parking lot, your car being parked the furthest down. As walking you quickly pulled out your phone texting the unknown number, your stalker. "I have protection now. You can’t touch me with a man nearby." Once you had sent the text Raymond pulled out his phone.

"Excuse me, someone messaged me.." he had said. Immediately you had froze in your tracks. Slowly you had brought your phone down and turned to him where he stood with a grin.

"It was.." you had tried saying but couldn’t even get words out.

"Spit it out,” Raymond had said with a grin on his face. "Yes it was me." Before you had time to react, he had you pressed up against your car. His mouth near your ear as he whispered, "It was me all along..”