Stalk: A Short Story

Without waiting another moment, I woke each of them up. Terror marked their faces as if they had seen a ghost..

on going to the jail when he senses that his father may be in danger.

Richard Ramirez is an infamous serial murderer who terrorized Los Angeles, California in 1985. The media gave him the name the “Night Stalker” when he was on his vicious rampage of forcing himself into the homes of his victims late at night and committing his heinous crimes. Though he was only convicted of thirteen murders, he had many more victims. His crimes were so random, disorganized, and impulsive that the law enforcement officials of Los Angeles had no luck finding Ramirez for months as he grew increasingly more violent. (Tripod.com, 2012) Finally, in August of 1985, the police had enough information from many of his victims to release a sketch of him to the media. The sketch had only been on the news for one

"Then a girl, I guess," She lets the psychic act pass and confesses shyly. "I want to put her it cute little dresses when I show her off, do her hair and later help her try makeup, maybe even give boys advice

Instead, it was a voice filled with concern, echoing and rattling inside their skull with its sharp pitch. Their eyes fluttered open to see an unrecognizable face swimming across their vision among an array of color.

his fathers custody, and in the beginning of the story, he did not want to help his father

“Whoa!” In the corner or her eye, she could see that the boy had tensed up along with throwing his hands out defensively,” No! Not even-”

“You little…” Mary began before being cut off by a Lovienthal grabbing hold of her and laying a slobbering kiss on her. Steaks reeled back with a look of repugnance on his face as he made feign vomiting gestures, Morgan and Riley laughing at him.

“We tried. But she seems to know an awful lot about you. Says her name it Tabitha Couture.”

"No, my Lord. She is listening in, I'm sure, and with her origins, the creature you seek is a daemon she has probably dealt with."

The muscles in her face stiffened. When she spoke, she’d lost the lift in her voice. “No one is following me.”

I grabbed her hand and hesitantly turned her back towards me. It didn’t matter that she had her hands around my throat a few moments ago.

Then she giggled with secret merriment. Then she turned her body slowly and lithely, without lifting her feet. Her hands dropped limp at her sides. She tilted herself towards me on her toes. She fell straight back into my arms. I had to catch her or let her crack her head on the tessellated floor. I caught her under her arms and she went rubber-legged on me instantly. I had to hold her close to hold her up. When her head was against my chest she screwed it around and giggled at me.

"Stop looking at me like that," Y/N murmured as she flipped another page of the magazine. Scott tilted his head from her lap, smirking while he said, "Like what?"

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside