Haunting-Adeline

Switching to the other note, it takes only a second to realize it’s the page
ripped out of her diary. I smile triumphantly, but the smile quickly drops as
I read the messy words.
I have to be quick, he said he’s on his way and I’m terrified. If I run, he’ll
catch me so I’m wri ng this note down in hopes someone will find it. If
something happens to me, John, it wa
The note ends there, not even finishing the last word. My mouth drops
open in shock as I stare down at it in u er disbelief.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Gigi! You leave it off there? That’s what you
wanted to show me? A note where you’re about to say who it is BUT
DON’T?” I finish my rant on a loud shout, stomping my foot and flaring my
arms wide.
Of course, she doesn’t answer me.
Growling drama cally, I stomp my way into the bedroom and slam the
door shut.
I’m mad at her now. She be er not come in here, or I’m kicking her right
back out.
He’s outside again. Watching me, a bright red cherry blaring in the
moonlight.
I stare back at him. The familiar tendrils of fear have me ghtly in their
grip. But also, the bricks are se led in my stomach, sinking lower…
I chew my lip, contempla ng if I should confront him again or not.
Picking up my phone and repor ng him would be the logical thing to do.
But the police won’t be able to do anything. By the me they get here,
he’ll be gone again.
And what good will a police report do when they come up missing like
last me? With his apparent breaking and entering skills, not to men on
hacking skills, he’s obviously tampering with shit. But maybe that doesn’t
ma er. Sheriff Walters knows I have a stalker, despite him saying they had
no record of it.