The Silent Stalker

Sobbing was the only thing that filled my ears; someone dragged my body through some muddy hall. My body stopped as the sound metal door opened. I tumbled on the ground as I tossed in like a ragdoll. The door closed as footsteps entered the area. My blindfold was stained with tears as I struggled to get free. Cold and rough hands touched the bottom of the blindfold. Once light hit my eyes, I began to scan around. "LET ME GO!" I mumbled as a gag covered my mouth, preventing me from screaming. The masked man picks me up bridal style and places me on the rotten mattress. He didn’t hesitate to tie my arms and legs to the bedpost. Once the gag came off, my mouth went flying. "Fuck you, you sick per-" A smack sound echo through the halls. It left me in a shocking state."You be a good girl while I bathe you." The stranger said with a weird tone. Squirming around to get loose, I heard whimpers in the other cells. So, I wasn’t here alone. He pulled out a bucket full of water and began to wa

We stood there with the dumbest facial expression as Kevin slowly walked away. "I can't say more than that, but I must go. See you when I get home, Ellie." Just like that, he was gone. "Now things just got interesting," Nate said with a hearty smile. "You know what. My brain hurts. I can't be doing this right now." I began to head back home. Like a puppy, Nate followed. ~ Evan ~ "This design is too cutesy for my taste in this game." I leaned back in the desk chair, intensely focused on the computer. "What are you talking about? She is perfect for that part." Jennie excitedly said. "This game needs to sell; if you keep putting this idea up, the boss will have to deal with you." The door to our office cracked open, and a small intern peeked his head inside. He excused himself as he walked in, holding our daily coffee. All the staff stopped to gather around Ryan to get their addiction. Dazed, Ryan went to my desk."Here's yours... make it just how you like it, Evan." He smiled with

I cleared my throat and had the assistant follow me to the uncomfortable seats in the world. “So you’re the assistant that jer- I mean Henry’s assistant whom he talked about. Nice to meet you.”“Bradley, Bradley Fowler. But you can call me Brad for short. Nice to meet you too, Ellie. Well, I can say nice to meet you again.” He smiled. That was the same smile he gave me that day. But his eyes seemed more alive this time.“How did you know my name?”“I do work here. Don’t I? May I say you have a good record.” Brad smiled slightly and wobbled away towards the stage as I stood there, creeped out. I told the actors to go over scene fifteen because it needs some work. I looked over to get approval from Brad. He nodded and then examined me up and down. Why does Henry attract weirdos? I felt a beam of eyes burning my cheek; why? When I took a peek to my right, Brad’s eye was on me. Can I call the police if someone looks at me?He chuckled as he flipped the script. It was like he knew what I t

~ Kevin ~I woke up the following day fresh and calm. It was going to be a good day. When I got to work, I limped to my desk, and you could hear my back crack as I sat down. Ouch. She did it too hard last night. "What happened to you?" a co-worker pointed out. "Had a wild night with my girlfriend. We both had some stress that needed to be taken care of." "Shit, at least you get some ass. I am just sitting there while she talks on the phone. Anyways, you asked to bring Henry in? For what?" He asked as he got up from his desk. "Don't we already have a description of her?""You will see. I want to talk to him about something." I said while tapping my desk while sipping on my coffee. Ten minutes rolled by, and an officer with Henry behind him came. His face was blank, and his eyes were dark. I took a tissue and handed it to him. Has he been crying?I did not know why I asked because I knew he was missing his wife. He answered with a sarcastic comment. I was doing my job; no need for the

~ Evan~ I sat down in my chair once my sister and Kevin left. My mind is in a bind with the words she had said. Did they check her computer for hints or clues? What will be on her laptop that will help? The only thing she has is files– I hope. Who has she been messaging? I begin to tap my desk with frustration. Maybe… I should. No, wait, I shouldn't. That is still her privacy. However, Ellie saw something we didn’t.I sat there like a lost puppy, trying to figure out what to do. As I was lost in thought, Ryan came through the doors all happy and shit. What is he so happy for, and why is he not home?? Somehow he got permission to stay late to finish his presentation. When did interns get night shifts?? “Easy, especially when seven younger siblings run around the house. I can’t get anything done with them. A night shift won’t hurt.” He stated.Since he is here, I can use him for something. "Hey Ryan, you want to do some snooping with me?" I asked in a weird tone. His eyes lit up with i