Twitter Stalker

      The footsteps behind me were hurried, growing louder as they advanced on my retreating back. In blind terror, I picked up my pace in an attempt to outrun whoever or whatever was following me. As I dodged around the corner my cellphone buzzed, I had a new tweet.  “Don’t run from me,” said the anonymous tweeter.  Far from slowing my pace, I took off like Usain Bolt in a 100-meater dash.

                

   Immediately ahead of me was a mammoth ivy bush, which I gracelessly threw myself into in an attempt to ditch my stalker. Squatting down, cellphone in hand, I waited. Extremely impressed with myself, I thought “Ha ha ha! Fuck nuts won’t find me in here!” Just as that thought crossed my mind, my phone buzzed again. “I know where you are,” said the anonymous tweeter.

                

  “Psshhh, there is no way this creeper can know where I am. He’s just trying to lure me out into the open and that’s just not going to happen,” I believed confidently. My phone buzzed again “This is a fun game,” said the tweet “I love hide and go seek!”

                

  “Find another hobby, you sick bastard,” I tweeted back angrily.

                

  Minutes later my phone buzzed again “You should feel honored. I only play with the ones I like….. before I kill them,” tweeted anonymous.

                

  The ivy bush rustled slighting in the late evening breeze. Inexplicably the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Inches from my left ear, a soft velvet voice whispered “Boo.” 

Twitter Stalker Writing Prompt Link: http://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/twitter-stalker