Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Thriller

An ordinary day after school. I took the bus, went to the corner store, and began my walk home. My walk home was about 15 minutes. Not too bad. My name is Adalind and this started everything. 

Well, I was walking home and I saw this woman in front of me. I didn't think anything of it. She had red hair and was thin. Very thin. Her legs were like twigs and her fingers looked old and ratty. She was smoking. Facing the other direction. I was a few feet from passing her when she did something.... Odd. She bent to the ground and threw her head back at the sky. I looked at her for a second. She stood up again and I thought maybe she just got tired or something. As I passed her, she grabbed the key chain on the back of my back pack. 
"Hey!" I screamed. 
"I'm sorry.... It's just so pretty."
"Oh... OK. Thanks...I guess." I walked away quickening my pace. I heard her softly laughing behind me. I decided to ignore it and not tell my parents. 

Then this lady started showing up everywhere. At every store.... She was in the next row. On every street.... She  a few feet behind me. It really freaked me out. One day... I realized she was closely following me. So I turned down some ally ways trying to lose her. Finally, I had enough. 
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" I asked. 
"The keychain. I love it." She replied. 
"Back off, lady." She walked away. I turned to go home when I felt a tug on my bag. I decided not to engage in it. So I kept walking. Before this, I knew had the keychain. When I got home.... It was gone. 
"This lady is seriously sick." I mumbled. I still didn't tell my parents. Why would I want them to worry? 

I continued walking home the same way everyday and I would see her around. But she wouldn't do anything. Then one day I started getting packages in the mail from and address that I didn't recognize at all. I opened the packages and inside were 7 things. The keychain, 3 notes, a shoe, scraps of hair, and what I assume were finger nail clippings. When seeing this, I almost threw up. Then I took a closer look at the hair. It was red. Like the woman's. 
"How does she know where I live?" I whispered. I read the notes in my head. 
One read:
"I got bored with the keychain. I'd like to get to know you better. Meet me in our spot... You know, the ally. Can't wait."  
Another said:
"Wondering how I know where you live? Easy.... Wouldn't you like to find out?"
And the last one said:
"Come or you and your family are dead. Tomorrow at 5:00" 
I felt like I couldn't breath. I wanted to run. And move out of the country. I decided it was finally time to tell my parents. I explained.... Everything. They notified the police, but the police said that the address doesn't belong to anyone. 

My parents didn't feel comfortable with me going to school for about a week or so. So I didn't. When I returned, I had learned a knew way to get home. 

I started walking home and I saw the woman. I felt like fainting. 
"You missed our meeting." 
I ran and ran and ran. I tried to find a safe place but this woman was behind me and she was labled as very dangerous. I called the cops and they said they'd be there in 10 minutes. I ran into 7-11 and hid behind one of the walls. She followed me. I snuck to the counter and explained what was happening. 
"She's joking. She's my child. Dont worry." The woman said as she snuck up behind me. She dragged me out of the store. (This was seven years ago. I was thirteen) I was a pretty balsey kid. Not afraid to say what needed to be said. She took me to her house and put me in a room. 

"My kid looked like you. Murdered. Now, I must replace her. With your death." She said. I was terrified. Again, I said what needed to be said. So I said, 
"We've all lost someone. You dont see us falling apart." It made her angry. 
"She was all I had!" She screamed. 
"I haven't done anything." I said. She was angry. Then I heard the sirens. I took a breath of fresh air. 
"What have you done!?" She sobbed. The police came and got her. 

Flash forward a year and half. 
She got out. 
I saw her on my way home and she started mumbling. Words in a language I've never heard...
"Mya. Bona fon shonna op mangodaim." Maybe just gibberish. Or something like that. I looked at her. I had a restraining order. She shouldn't have been near me. And she was supposed to have moved out of state. 
I stayed walking away when she just charges at me. 
"No!" I yelled. 

Oh $%#&@

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