My chest feels tight as I hurry down the dimly lit path. Just a few more minutes and I’m home and safe. I keep repeating it to myself, just a little further. Then I’m home safe. But no matter how far I run I can feel his breath on my neck. He’s approaching and I don’t think I can make it.

He’s in my sights, I don’t know what possessed me to follow him. I’d been watching him for hours since I saw him at the Mall. It’s wrong, I know that, but it feels so good, like a cat chasing a mouse. I watched him with morbid fascination and now the chase is making me hungry for more. I need him. I want him.

I turn a corner into an alley and pause to catch my breath, please, please just walk right past. Just leave me alone.

He turns into an alley. Stupid mistake. I’ve got him now.

He turns into the alley and just stands there watching me. I scream at him to leave me alone, but he approaches.

I’ve got him.