Not all is what it seems by Stanley

"Bang!" I slammed the door, panting. His words echoed through my mind like ghosts wandering through me.

"You can't escape me. You need me," goosebumps appeared as I tried to shake the thought that I was being stalked. Ever since I started dating with Fred, this mysterious stalker with a scar running down from his right eye to his mouth was seen every time I hung out with Fred.

I locked the door and closed all windows and curtains. I wished this was just a nightmare but apparently it was not. I took a shower and went to bed, hoping that the next day, I would not have to see his face. Before I knew it, I was floating off to Dreamworld.

"Hah!" I yawned and stretched myself. It was a brand new day with no more... Oh no! I reminded myself of the stalker. That would mean I had to take precautions when I went to work. I got dressed and slowly opened the door. So far so good, he was not around. I got out and locked my door and quickly rushed to my work place. Let me just hope getting back home would be as easy as this.

At evening time when everyone was having their dinner, I knocked off from work. When I exited my office, I was delighted to see a familiar face.

"Fred! What are you doing here?" I picked up my pace at the sight of my love.

"To send you home of course. If that dude appears again, I'd be sure to bash him up for you," I grinned as he escorted me back to my house. I felt blessed and loved. More importantly, I felt safe and protected.

"Where are you two love birds going?"
I recognised that voice. I turned my head and my premonition came true. It was the stalker!

Fred tensed his muscles and went into a fighting stance with his fists bared. I could have sworn I heard a snarl from Fred but I chose to ignore it. The scarred-face man came closer and closer threateningly.

"Leave us alone!" I gave a war cry and kicked him in the shins really hard with the tip of my heels. He dropped to his knees and gave us the opportunity to run. I ran into a deserted alley and spun around. Fred was not there. I began calling out his name and he finally appeared out of a corner. But somehow, he looked different. Somehow he looked... evil. He approached me with a...knife on his hand?! I began to panic. Who was he? Was he the same Fred I knew? What did he want?!

Suddenly, a man behind Fred attacked him and handcuffed him. On closer look, I saw that the assailant was the stalker! Seeing the unconscious Fred on the ground, I began to back away.

'What in the world is happening? Was Fred trying to kill me? What about that man? He was the stalker right? Why is he helping me now?" Millions of questions buzzed through my mind but a shout that made me jump a bit brought me back to reality.

"Hey you! I would have caught him sooner if you didn't interrupt. Told you you need me," he laughed. Moments later, the blaring sirens of the police car were heard and the police brought Fred in the police car and drove off.

As for me, the F.B.I agent who was apparently the stalker, explained that Fred was not the loving and caring boyfriend I thought he was. He was actually a sick person who went around toying with young women and in the end, killing them. Just then, a thought occurred.

"Oh yes! How is your knee? I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed.

"I wore knee pads," he grinned and pointed to his knee. I rolled my eyes and went home, not forgetting the scariest experience I had in my life.