Stalker

Willowy and pale, she calls to me from the silver screen. I steal a car and head west.

Wherever she goes, I follow. Hidden, just out of sight, I study her. I watch her house at night.

The opportunity that I awaited has come. Her servants and bodyguards are gone, she is alone in her mansion.

In my bag there is rope, knives and tape. It is midnight. The moon is new. I pick the lock and silently slip inside.

She is standing in the shadows. Turning, she smiles.

I am transfixed by her gaze and those long, terrible teeth.