Stalked

She felt his eyes on her even through the walls of her apartment, felt his eyes on her as she walked her hometown's streets. Part of her enjoyed the attention, it made her feel noticed, and she found herself trying to spot her observer, trying to draw him out.

She was showering when she first caught sight of him, her waist-length hair plastered down her back. He was a dark blur in the steamed-up mirror but just that was enough to make her shiver. Twirling she tried to see him, such an imposing figure should be hard to miss, but a disappointed frown crossed her face when she found herself alone.

Her heart skipped a beat though when she padded into her bedroom, her gaze drawn to the photos scattered across the bed. Each was of her: at the local supermarket, leaving the office building she worked at, getting dressed in the morning. A post-it note was also there, the words 'teasing little Emma' scrawled upon it and her heart was racing as she picked it up.

A dark presence made itself known then in the room, looming over Emma, but she merely smiled, recognizing it as belonging to her observer. She felt a hot and heavy hand rest on her hip, caressing her through the towel she'd wrapped round herself.

The knife was unexpected, slicing cleanly through her neck, and her towel slithered to the floor as the knife was repositioned, as it punched up through her belly button…