Followed Stories

Was it paranoia? Perhaps it was, as the train pulled away from the station which was a three-minute walk from Frazier Street maternity hospital, with the little bundle of joy she cradled, sat looking out of the window. Was she being observed? Somebody had been following her she was sure. A man who looked like he slept on the streets. A scruffy individual of no fixed abode. She didn’t like to stare straight at him. In fact...

Fear clutched at Brittany's heart as she walked home. She would casually glance behind her when she used the excuse of flipping her hair back out of her face and saw that the old car still following her. The after school pep rally was a huge success and she had volunteered to stay afterwards to help with the clean up. When she exited the school almost two hours after the rally had ended the parking lot was almost deserted...

She rides down the street on her bike, an average pace set to get to the Bed & Breakfast by nine, but not too fast to wear herself out too much. This was, after all, her last mile of twenty-five that day. Her ears pick up on a sound to her back and she looks into her bike's rear view mirror to see a dark figure following her, matching her pace. Instead of speeding up and giving away that she knows he's there, she continue...