short story-the stalker
...knows? Everyone becomes a suspect. At home she is sitting on the cold, hard, windowsill staring out into the darkness wondering if she should email back. She glances over to the computer screen, which looked darker than the night sky. She decides against it maybe she will tomorrow. Walking up to the entrance of the college, the building it self-intimidating her with its many windows and faces, only one familiar, Danny. He casually waves and walks down to meet her. She smiles as he walks over and says hi. She didn’t know whether or not to tell him about her “stalker”. She decided against it in case he thought she was loosing her mind because even she thought she was. She walked to English in silence. When they fin...