You’re out with your mom just walking down the street after shopping and you’re going on about life when she furrows her brows and says Do you know that guy? he’s staring at you.. You look over to see your stalker.. that same bike, same engine sound.. everywhere you go.. You call him Ghost Biker because he truly is like a ghost. Your hands clench around the handles and you try not to freak out. You laugh it off and turn back to her and tell her that he’s looking at the people behind her and you carry on walking.

Once you get home and you’ve dropped your mom off, you shut the door and sigh heavily as you realise your phone died. Yet the engine plays in your head again like it does everyday, the rumble in your heart. The more you think about it the more you realise it’s not in your head..he’s outside your house.