He let himself into her new apartment, shutting the door softly behind him. He’d found her once again. He imagined her expression as she awoke in terror, suddenly aware of his presence, not knowing how long he’d been there, how he got in, if he’d been there before.
He loved knowing that every footstep closing in behind her in a dark parking lot was his. He loved that he was every bump in the night. He loved that he was what she dreamed about. He loved that no matter how far she ran, she couldn’t escape him.
He loved making her jump.
As he stepped into the hallway, he felt a tiny prick in the back of his neck, just a pinch really, and all was dark.
He roused to find himself restrained, her standing over him with a twisted smile.
“What now?” He asked, the tremor in his voice betraying him.
“Now,”she stepped closer, something shiny gleaming from her hand. “The fun begins.”