Stalker©

Stalker©

Copyright 2016

By Felina Silver Robinson

I walk the streets with a frantic step

Worried because I feel an unwanted presence surround me

I turn quickly only to see that every face has the same blank mechanical stare

To them I’m non existent

So who is the one that’s stalking me

I can’t seem to shake that eerie feeling

My hair stands firmly upon my neck

My step can’t seem go any faster

For I’ll fall flat on my face

Hence becoming a spectacle

It’s beyond me

The person who wants to follow me

The streets start to empty

As the storefronts and office buildings disappear

Family homes and gardens is all that now lies ahead

The stalkers footsteps get heavier

I can hear him breathe heavily

I turn again quickly

expecting him upon me

But nothing stands before me

Just the dim of my shadow

Who canst be that follows me

Now more worried than ever before

I pick up the pace

And walk with even more haste

So much so

My next door neighbor

Runs up behind me

Asking if all is alright

I say that for that I’m uncertain

And share that I feel someone following me

She tells me that she only saw a shadow of a man

But upon her arrival the shadow was no more

She walked me to my door

Comforting me as none before

Then turned on her heel and shut the door

Only moments shortly after

The doorbell rang

A heavy angry pounding rattling the door

I call out to ask who was there

Only to hear more pounding at my door

Upon opening

Again there was only the shadow of a man

At the end of the hall

I yelled after him

Only to ask

Please why don’t you stop stalking me

The one last sound I heard for the night

Was his crackling laugh

As the shadow of the man

Became no more