Stalking Kasey

Pastel Purple

I watched her from afar.

She was so beautiful. Long brown hair with streaks of pastel purple. Gorgeous round grey eyes. Little pink lips curled up in a smile.

She wore something brazen today. A tight black top that showed off her chest and white jeans with black combat boots.

She was perfect.

And soon she would be all mine.

I'd waited long enough. For years I had watched her, waited patiently for the time I could take her as my own. It wasn't cheap to do what I was doing. I had to work hard and earn my keep. That's why it took so long to have her. But soon she would be mine.

I approached her apartment. I knew she was out with her friends. I always knew where she was.

I shifted my bag on my shoulder as I picked the lock on her apartment door. Then I stepped inside.

I inhaled deeply the scent of her home. It smelled just like her. Soft and sweet.

I didn't waste time and started installing the cameras. They would come in very useful. No more lingering outside her windows, wishing for her to open the curtains just so I could catch a glimpse of her face. Those desperate times were over.

A new time was coming.

I smiled thinking about it, thinking about her, thinking about how I would make her all mine.

But first, I had to tell her I was here.

Ch. 1 Soon You Will Be Mine

I stopped at the entrance to my apartment. The door was wide open. I pulled out my phone and dialed nine-one-one hovering my finger above the call button as I stepped over my threshold and inside. I looked quickly around my studio apartment, but nothing seemed amiss. Then my eyes fell on my bed. There was a bouquet of white roses lying on my pillow. I kicked the door shut behind me and locked it, making my way to my bed. I picked up the roses and a little card fell out. A chill ran up my spine as I picked up the card and opened it.

Soon, you will be mine.

Yours truly

My breath hitched. This must be some kind of prank right?

I flicked through my contacts until I got to the right one and called. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, what's up?"

I tossed the flowers back on my bed and sat down.

"You're hilarious, Jackson." I said. "Truly very funny."

I could hear his confusion through the phone.

"Huh? What'd I do this time?"

"Don't play dumb. I know it was you." But uncertainty started to spin through my body.

"What was me? I swear I didn't do anything, Kasey."

I glanced back at the flowers and worry slid through me.

"You didn't leave flowers in my apartment?"

"What? No." He replied. "You got flowers?"

I bit my lip. "Yeah, and a note. It's gotta be a prank. I just thought it was you cause you're the only one with a key to my apartment."

"Wait, in your apartment? Someone was in your apartment? You didn't leave the door unlocked again, did you?"

"No, I didn't. That was one time, Jackson."

I ran my hand through my purple streaked brown hair, unease biting at my skin.

"What did the note say?" He asked.

I picked it up again, staring at the neat typed words.

"Soon you will be mine. From yours truly."

There was silence at the other end of the line.

"Jackson?"

"That's creepy, Kase." He said lowly. "You should call the police."

"And tell them what?" I retorted. "Someone broke into my apartment and gave me flowers?What are they gonna do about it?"

"I don't know, search for fingerprints, maybe?" He said like I was stupid. "If you don't do it, I will."

I exhaled in frustration. "Fine. I'm hanging up now then."

"You better call them. I'll know if you don't."

"Yeah, right, you will." I rolled my eyes.

"I have my ways." He said ominously.

"Goodbye, Jackson." I hung up the phone, but I hesitated before calling the police.

I didn't want to bother them. Nothing was missing and my door wasn't busted or anything. Was there really any point? Just for a prank?

My phone dinged.

Jackson: Call the damn police, Kasey.

I sighed and looked up the number for the police station. I certainly wasn't going to dial nine-one-one when I wasn't in immediate danger.

"West country police station, how may I help you?" A man picked up the phone.

"Umm," I swallowed back my anxiety. "I think someone broke into my apartment."

There was a pause. "Alright, miss, I'm transferring you to another line. Just hold on a moment."

"Okay."

I waited a minute before someone else picked up the line.

"Hello, this is Officer Wage, how can I help you?"

"I think someone broke into my apartment." I said again.

"You think?" The officer responded.

I bit my lip. "Yes. My door was wide open and there were flowers and a note on my bed."

"Is anything missing?"

"I don't think so." I said quietly.

I was starting to feel stupid for even calling.

"Are you sure it wasn't one of your friends or a partner who left the flowers?"

"It wasn't. My door was locked and I already asked the only other person who has a key."

"Okay, miss, I'll send a team over there to check it out. But there's not much we can do in these kind of situations."

"Can't you, like, dust for fingerprints or something?"

The officer chuckled. "Miss, we don't do that unless it's something extremely serious."

I frowned. "Fine. What is your team going to do then?"

"Check for other clues. Signs of breaking and entering. Other evidence that might have been left behind."

"Okay." I sighed.

"You said there was a note?"

"Yes. With the flowers."

"What did it say?"

I bit my lip. "It said 'Soon, you will be mine. Yours truly.'"

There was a long pause on the officer's end.

"Have you noticed anything suspicious as of lately?"

"No. Why?"

"Just covering all my bases. What's your address, miss?"

I told him and he sent the team on their way. Then he hung up. I laid back down on my bed with a long sigh. This was way too eventful for a Saturday.

The police didn't find anything other than some signs the lock had been messed with.

I regretted ever calling them.

I grabbed my messenger bag and opened my front door, stopping cold on the threshold. There was a little box outside my door. I picked it up and opened it and my stomach dropped. There was another note and a beautiful antique locket.

'I know you like antique lockets. It took me forever to hunt this down, but it was worth it, for you.

Yours truly.'

I walked back inside and placed the box and the note on the kitchen counter. It truly was beautiful and I'd always wanted one of those but it made my stomach spin.

How did they know I liked antique lockets?

It wasn't something I talked about much. Only a few people knew.

I considered calling Jackson and telling him about it, but I didn't want to waste him time. And it was early. It was just a locket after all.

I stared at the note for another minute before adjusting my bag and heading out the door.

My boss greeted me at the door to the bookstore with a frown.

"You're late, Kasey." He said.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again." I rushed out, tucking my hair behind my ear. I just got distracted by a potential stalker, is all.

He nodded and waved me inside. I got to work opening the bookstore.

The day went by quickly. It was like any other day, except today I was distracted.

Some had broken into my home and left flowers and a note. Then they left a note with an antique necklace outside my door. That necklace wasn't cheap. And this wasn't a prank.

I really did have a stalker.

My phone buzzed and I jumped, startling the customer in front of me. I quickly apologized and finished checking her out. Then I grabbed my phone.

There was a text from an unknown number.

Unknown: You look beautiful today, Kasey.

My breath hitched and I retreated to a corner where the cameras couldn't see so I could type quick reply without angering my boss.

Me: Who are you?

Unknown: All in due time.

Me: What do you want from me?

Unknown: I don't want anything from you. I just want you.

I bit my lip, fear flitting through my veins.

Me: Leave me alone.

The reply was almost instant.

Unknown: Never

I tucked my phone back in my pocket as a customer approached the counter and tried to put the texts out of my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't.

The rest of the day passed by quickly between my rapid thoughts and the busy bookstore.

When I got home, I was utterly exhausted, so when I turned the doorknob, forgetting to unlock it, and it opened, I almost didn't notice. I was in the kitchen by the time I realized and my heart dropped to my stomach. I turned back to the door and stared at it. I knew I locked it when I left. I remembered clearly because I'd dropped my keys on the ground and had to search for them before locking up.

My stalker was here. Again.

I turned back around slowly and saw it. A box of chocolates. I approached it slowly and found a note on the lid of the box.

You deserve the world, Kasey.

Yours truly.

I grit my teeth and pulled out my phone. This has got to stop.

Me: Stop breaking into my apartment!

A minute went by, then,

Unknown: If you'd give me a key, I wouldn't have to. :)

I exhaled in frustration and went to throw the chocolates in the trashcan, but I hesitated. They were my favorite kind after all. It really couldn't hurt.... The package was sealed. They couldn't have drugged them, right?

I took the package and sat down on the couch. I ripped open the packaging and started munching on the chocolates. I smiled to myself. They were delicious.

My phone dinged.

Unknown: Glad you're enjoying my present.

I froze, a chocolate halfway to my mouth. I dropped it back in the box and looked around quickly. All the curtains were drawn. How did they know?

They weren't...still here...were they?

I jumped up, knocking the chocolates to the floor and searched my small studio apartment. Nothing. They weren't here. I sank back down o to the couch in relief.

My phone chimed again.

Unknown: I have other ways of watching you, Kasey.

My heart sank. What did they mean by that?!

I typed a quick reply.

Me: How?

Unknown: All in due time.

I grit my teeth. This person was infuriating.

Me: I'm blocking you and calling the cops if you don't leave me alone.

Suddenly my phone rang. It was from unknown. I quickly declined. It rang again. I declined. I got a text.

Unknown: Pick up the phone, Kasey. Now.

I shook my head, fear spiraling through my veins.

Unknown: Do it. Or else.

I quickly blocked the number.

And just as quickly got a text from a different number.

Unknown: Bad move.

I shrieked when someone knocked on my door.

"Kasey?" It was Jackson. "You okay?"

I almost sighed in relief. I dropped my phone on the couch and rushed to the door. I heard it ding behind me, but I ignored it. I opened the door to find a worried Jackson on the threshold.

He ran his fingers through his curly brown hair, looking at me with soft brown eyes.

"You alright, Kase? Did I startle you?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Just startled me. Come in." I waved him inside.

He walked in like he owned the place and flopped down on my couch. He eyed the chocolates on the floor suspiciously.

"Where'd you get these? It's not like you to indulge?"

I went to pick up the chocolates.

"They're actually not--"

A rock flew through my window and I screamed. Jackson jumped and spun around. There was a large whole in my window and a rock lay on the floor with a note tied to it with white string. hurried to it before Jackson could see and snatched up the note.

Tell him and he dies.

My breath caught in my chest and I crumpled the note in my palm.

"What the hell was that?!" Jackson exclaimed.

I got up slowly and turned to face him. "Just some kids from across the street. They've been doing things like this recently."

I didn't know what they were capable of. I didn't know anything about them. I couldn't risk it. Not with Jackson.

Jackson's brows furrowed but he didn't respond. He went and got my broom from the closet to help clean up the broken glass. I picked up my phone.

7 messages. 2 missed calls.

I bit my lip and clicked on the messages.

Unknown: Don't tell him anything.

Unknown: I'm warning you, Kasey.

Unknown: Pick up the damn phone.

Unknown: You don't know what I'm capable of.

Unknown: Do you really want to test me?

Unknown: Do I really need to prove what I'm willing to do for you?

Unknown: So be it.

As I stared at the messages another popped up.

Unknown: You did this to yourself.

I grit my teeth and shoved my phone in my pocket. Jackson looked up at me strangely.

"You good?"

I nodded and moved to help him clean up the glass.

"Yeah. Just frustrated is all. I'm gonna have to pick up some extra shifts to pay to fix this damn window."

My phone chimed and I almost didn't look at it. Almost.

Unknown: Don't worry about the window. I'll pay for it. Don't want you overworking yourself, do we?

I didn't reply.

Jackson stayed till dinner. We just hung out, chatted, and watched movies. He finally left after we ordered Chinese. And then I was alone with my thoughts.

I pulled out my phone as I sat down on the bed. What did this person want from me? Who were they? Why were they doing this?

I wish I had the answers. I changed into my pajamas and curled up in bed, reading on my phone when another text popped up.

Unknown: Sweet dreams, Kasey.

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