⋆˚࿔ Somebodys Watching Me ⋆˚࿔

The night had been dark and silver, rain falling against the concrete sidewalk, streetlights making the dark corners fill with horrors; passing by the alleyways always gave you the shivers, so dark and creepy for what? to scare the innocent children that walked those streets daily?

You walked that sidewalk path every night in the dark, leaving your swimsuit shop you had opened years ago, the night cold and dark, shivers running up and down your prickly skin as you kept looking over your shoulder, fear grappling at your bones.

You sped up as you noticed a tall, dark, and shadowy figure stalking the corners of the dark; your eyes focused forward as you walked faster, refusing to look back and wait for a knife to the face.

As your foot hit the turn down towards your house, arms gripped at your waist, stopping you from moving—fear forcing you to freeze in your spot, a hand slipping over your mouth, your eyes almost popping out in shock and—excitement.

“Don’t scream, princess.” The man growld into your ear, you quickly realized who it was—Rafe Cameron, your stalker.