I have a stalker.
It started with little gifts being left at my doorstep: books, cleome, and even jewelry.
Then, it escalated to texts and silent phone colls.
Then I would come home to newly washed dishes, groceries, and now gifts being left on my bed.
Sexist pigs.
I'm getting ready in my room for a date with one of my coworkers. He seemed genuinely nice, so I decided to give it a shot.
As I begin to touch up my makeup, my doorbell rings from downstairs
I groan in annoyance. I rushed to the door while making sure I look presentable in the mirror planted on my door.
The bell kept ringing, irritatingly.
"Who the he-" I stop short when I see that no one's there.
A small metal box is sitting on my welcome mat. I hesitantly pick it up and look around one last time.
I open It and gasp. Throwing it down on the ground.
A human hand rolls out of the box and it lands near my feet.
I recognize a watch, similar to the one my coworker wears, a note is attached to the bottom of the led. With two simple words, 'You're mine.’
