She has escaped death two times now. She moved from a country to another, changed her name, left her job, and left her family and friends. She never met him before, but she knows he is trouble. He was her nightmare, he was the thing that kept her awake at night, and he was the thing that made her jump when someone grabbed her from behind. He was her stalker. He has sent her roses, letters, and everything you can think of and more. At first, it was just subtle letters and roses, but he became bolder and bolder. He started sending her pictures of her in her room when she was sleeping, pictures of her when she was studying, pictures of her when she was taking a bath. It was already creepy at that point, and then he started sending her body parts: fingers, hands, hearts, and letters that told how much he loves her. It was starting to be unbearable.
She asked the police for help but there was nothing, not a single trace of him. The police tried to search for the perpetrator, but he was always 5 steps ahead of the police. He always disappears whenever the police had a lead on him. It was as if he was a ghost. But the letters and body parts never stops coming. The police found DNA of those people. The police said that all those people’s DNA matches the DNA of the missing personness cases. The police advised her family to move out of town until they finish the case.
After that, she moved with her family to Southampton, but that didn’t stop him. Not at all, in fact he became bolder and more terrifying. After a while it started again. A letter came two months after she had moved. The letter was written in red ink.
Why did you move? I was sad that you moved. I didn’t know where you move to, it took some time for me to find you. But I finally found you, my dear Emily, were you lonely these past two months? I hope you think of me as often as I think of you.
P.S I hope you love the present I give you
Your Secret Admirer
What she saw in the box turned her pale. It was a finger with a ring in it. She has seen that ring before. It was her old ring given by one of her past lover. It kept happening over and over again her old teddy bear that was already thrown away when she was seven, a gold chain necklace that was given to her from her grandparents, and more things from her past. She begs the police to help her, but there was nothing the police could do. He was too smart to be caught. The police also have their hands full with all more missing people cases. Her family started getting worried with her. At this point it became so unbearable that her brother has to move in with their grandparents. After six months of ‘gifts’ from him, she left again. She left without the consent of her parents. She took some money one night and left.
This time, she changed her life, she took the name Nathania and move to Bournemouth. She left her family, because she couldn’t bare seeing her family becoming paranoid with every letters that comes to the house. She started living in an apartment. She got a new job, and a new life. Everything started to go smoothly. For once, she was finally able to live without fear. She found a new lover, new friends, she was finally happy. It has been almost a year now. No letters, no body parts, nothing. She thought she was finally free. She outsmarts the stalker and now he couldn’t find her anymore. He couldn’t harass her anymore.
That is until one evening. She had just come home from work. She was tired and she was dying to get back to the apartment and sleep. She opened her apartment door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him; he had found her. She dropped her bag, her skin turned pale. ‘This.. This can’t be true’ she thought to herself. ‘I changed my name, I moved away, how can he still find me?’ she was horrified. Slowly she turned on the lights only to find a more terrifying view. Written in blood on the wall are the words: “YOU CAN’T HIDE FOREVER”. She fell on her knees; she was so scared that her knees couldn’t hold her weight. ‘How? Why?’ all those questions popping through her head. She was in a state of shock that she didn’t even realize there was a presence near her. There was another person in the room.
When she had finally realized there was another person, it was too late. She could not escape from the position she is in. A figure was standing behind her. The figure step closer to her and whisper in her ear. “I had a hard time searching for you. You changed your name this time. I wanted to just stay and watch you from afar but I don’t want you to run away anymore,” his voice was terrifying. Goosebumps appear in her skin from her neck down. “Don’t look so scared. Here I brought you a gift.” He placed a gold necklace around her neck. The necklace has blood residue on it. She took a glance at the necklace. Her eyes showed how horrified she was. It was her mother’s necklace. “What did you do?” she screamed in terror, a tear running down her cheeks. She was scared. He stroke her cheek, “there.. there.. don’t cry.. don’t you like it? It was quite hard getting it.” She was clearly in a state of shock. Seeing how troubled he continued, “I didn’t kill your mother, if that is what you think. I don’t want you to hate me after all.”
They were both sitting for a while. Suddenly her phone rang. Her boyfriend was calling her. She hurried trying to get the call but he stopped her from doing it. It was then she finally saw him. He was tall, he has black hair, and blue eyes. He was not unattractive in fact he was quite handsome. “He will worry. He will know something is up,” she said with the little courage she had left. He made a big grin, a grin that sends chills to her bone. “Really? So Michael is that kind of person,” he said still grinning. ‘Is it even a surprise that he knows Michael’s name,’ she thought to herself.
“What do you want?” she asked. She was still trembling with fright, but what can she do. “What I want? What I want is you Emily.. or do you prefer to be called Nathania?” he smiled. ‘If he was not such a psycho I might even fell for him. But, now what? Think Emily, think. I don’t want to be killed. What should I do?’ she thought to herself. “Emily is fine. Why do you do this?” she mustered courage to ask. A silence fell upon for some seconds. “Why? Because, I love you. Is it really that questionable? Do you want to know how I fell in love with you?” he asked again. She nodded. Not that she wants to know, but anything to keep him talking and postponing her end.