Alice dashed to the workplace and checked her watch again. Whew! she was there on time with ten minutes to spare. She hoped her stalker man wouldn't show up again tomorrow. Winnie wouldn't always be there to save her. She glanced at the slip of paper that had been given to her. "room 103, 4th grade" it said. She walked up and down the halls, getting more depressed every minute. She was hopelessly lost and alone in the brightly lit halls. At least, she thought she was alone. That all changed when she heard footsteps behind her. She spun around and almost let out a blood curdling scream, but was quickly gagged by a hairy hand before she could do so. The hand had covered her eyes, but she had had a fleeting glance at her captor before her vision had been limited to the hair on the hand of none other than....Her stalker! Suddenly, she felt her feet being swept out from under her as the stalkr picked her up and started to drag her away. she tried to scream again through his strong clutches, but she felt a hard metal tube being pressed to her head. She wasn't stupid, she knew it was a gun. She figured that it wasn't a very good idea to scream for help now. Her theory was confirmed when she heard her stalker's deep, rough voice growling, "keep your mouth shut if you want to live." Alice did.
Mon May 25, 2009 9:45 am