The first time you ran into the masked duo was when you went on a walk through the woods late one night. Angry at your parents who had scorned you for failing your science test, a subject you had the most trouble with. Barely holding up a ‘C’ in that class you weren’t surprised when you got the test back to find a big fat ‘F’ in red pen written on it. The grade had lead to an argument and the argument had lead you to flee the house and to the woods. You grumbled curses to yourself as you clenched your first tightly with an angry scowl on your face.
That’s when you heard it, the faint sound of footsteps; two pair of footsteps to be exact. They echoed all around you, making it hard to pin point their location. Turning in a circle you soon faced forward once again and that’s when you saw them. Two males standing in front of you one tall with unruly brown hair, sporting a tan jacket with dark blue skinny jeans a
The first time you felt like someone was watching you, was when you were walking home from school. Of course you brushed it off, there was plenty of people outside, so it wouldn’t surprised you if you caught one of their attention, but, the person you caught was someone you really didn’t want attention from. As the week went by, you still had the feeling of being watch, brushing it off as nothing you would just shiver or shift around, but never fully think on it. Soon, you started noticing little details that really wouldn’t have bugged you at first. Like how the window would always be cracked open just a little bit when you woke up, though you clearly remember closing it when you went to bed.
Or how some of your clothing was going missing, especially your underwear. A month went by and you were certain you had yourself a stalker. The first time you told the police, they just brushed you off saying that they couldn’t help if
It was a beautiful porcelain doll. You know, the way that most porcelain doll looks like. I was just like that. Wavy, long blonde curls. Black eyes. A beautiful pink and red dress with a typical headband with lace around the edges. It was a doll I received from my mother at an early age. At that age I always thought it was such a pretty doll - A perfect look. My grandmother had almost fifty dolls of that kind. All of them beautiful, perfect porcelain dolls. But this one in particular, the blonde with the red dress, I will always remember.
Because this is the one that would be the death of me.
I lived alone for quite awhile, had now. I had just gotten into college, seeing my whole life lay in front of me and all I had to do was to just go and pick out what I wanted. Easy as that. I was aiming for Psychology - A subject I had started to respect and enjoy the last three years. Seeing as my mother was a nurse and my dad a therapist, It was