Haunting-Adeline

but he didn’t say I couldn’t call them when he’s standing twenty feet
outside my window.
I look down to unlock my phone, and when I glance up, my thumb
freezes.
The moonlight spills over his silhoue e. And with perfect clarity, I watch
him slowly shake his head at me. Warning me not to do what I’m about to
do.
I glance at my front door, fear steadily trickling through my body at an
alarming rate. It’s locked, but he’s already proven that it’s fu le. I calculate
the distance between him and the door. How long would it take him to run
to it, break through, and get to me? At least a solid thirty seconds.
That’s enough me to dial 911 and tell them someone is trying to hurt
me, right? But it would be pointless. It’s going to take the police no less
than a half-hour to get to me.
As if hearing my thoughts, he takes a few steps closer, his hand
periodically pulling the cigare e from his mouth as he puffs.
Is he… challenging me? My spine snaps straight, and white-hot rage fills
my vision. Who the hell does this dude think he is?
Growling under my breath, I storm to my door, unlock it and whip it
open. He turns his head to face me, and for a moment, I almost develop a
brain and run back inside.
Steeling my spine, I angrily stomp down the steps and charge towards
him.
“Hey, asshole! If you don’t get off my property, I will call the cops.”
Later, I’ll ask God why She made me the way that I am, but right now, all
I can do is plant two of my hands on his chest and push when I get close
enough. I don’t allow myself to register the defined muscles under his
hoodie—because only psychos would focus on that right now.
The behemoth of a man doesn’t move back an inch.
Nor does he speak. Or react. Or do anything.
Harsh, angry breaths huff from my nose like a bull as I glare at the
hooded man. I can’t see much of his face except the bo om half, but I can
feel his eyes burning into me. Soon, my body will smolder un l there’s
nothing le but ashes dancing in the cold wind.
“What do you want from me?” I hiss, curling my hands into fists, only to
abate the shaking. My whole body has begun to vibrate from anger and