Oh, Mystery Man

You know those stories about how you never meet somebody off of the internet? I am the reason why. Have you ever met a h*******k on the internet and them heard random noises around your house? That is me too. That chill down your spine as you are scrolling through tinder? Me. But enough of that. You’re here for a story. So let me give you one.

About a week ago, I met a wonderful boy online. Let’s call him Ted. He looked so sweet and innocent, with the hint of a badass tattoo peaking from under the strap of his white tank top. A mop of delicate blonde hair framed his face. At the time, I could only imagine that hair being soaked in the red of his blood. Other than that, he looked quite unassuming. Just my type. I chatted him up, realizing he lived just a couple of hours from me. He loved the cute looking blue hair girl in the profile picture. Her round glasses perched just right on her small elven nose. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that he would never know what I really look like. We agreed to meet up at a small cafe close to where I lived a couple days after that. I texted him when I got there saying that I had a family emergency and wouldn’t be able to meet that day. As he drove home, I followed. Not close enough to be spotted, but I could still see him. As I did this, I sent him the money for the gas he wasted trying to see me. That always makes them believe you more. He pulled up to an apartment complex and I thought I was done for. But thankfully he walked into an apartment on the first floor of the building. It looked like karma was smiling on me. She wanted me to have this one.

Over the course of the next 2 days, I would visit him at night, making sure to always stay hidden. Tonight, I wont hide. Let’s see how long it takes him to notice me outside his window. Let’s see how long it takes him to notice my knife.