A Letter from a man named Fred

Oh my dear Deilah, I hope you are well and happy wherever your soul may be. It's been quite some time since we last spoke (Well...since the only time I spoke to you honestly..)

but it seems like only yesterday when I was sitting on this very bench with you. We talked about our lives, our hopes, dreams, and deepest fears; Then we went our seperate ways and never spoke again...

but alas, you only saw me as a stranger...You didn't know my real name or age...you didn't know just how deeply I loved you...or maybe you did know...I don't really care anymore. All I want now is for us to meet again someday. But if not, then at least let me tell you what happened after we parted.

It all started one night while walking down an empty street by myself. I was thinking about you...about all the things we could do together, you and I...how despite the fact that you didn't know anything about me, we could be happy together...despite your young age...we could still be happy...

I remember I saw you celebrating your birthday...you were having such a good time with your parents and siblings...I WANTED TO BE THERE WITH YOU...I wanted to be the one to make you the happiest girl you've ever been...and yet...I couldn't even get close enough to talk to you...

Then there was another party...this time it was your sister's graduation party, you were so much younger...and I remember watching you sob because your sister was going to leave you for some time..I wanted to be there so I could be your shoulder to cry on...

I know so much about you my love...your hobbies, your address...your job....even your favorite color. And yet...I can't stop myself from wanting more...I want to know everything about you...everything that makes up who you truly are...not just what I see through these eyes...

But I suppose it doesn't matter. You have no idea who I am anyway, and you will probably never find out...all I can truly do is watch you from afar. Watch you when you get out of school...watch you whilst you walk home....watch you while you play with your pets....watch you while you talk to your parents....watch you be so kind and caring towards everyone you meet...even strangers....even ME...

I get so sad when I remember I can't really meet you in person, but I can imagine the things we can do together...and that brings me joy...

And now, I must end this long letter with this...I love you....I always will...

-Fredrick

The man known as Fredrick was in his bedroom writing away at his love letter until he stopped himself.

"I would never be able to give this to her..." He said with a deep sigh as he pocketed the letter. "Maybe I would...I would just need to get her all by her-...." The man stopped and thought for a moment.

"All by herself...all alone...maybe then I could show her my true feelings. We won't be apart for long, my love...and I know just where to find you..."

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Delilah was a young 16 year old girl who enjoyed being with her family, playing with her pets, and going to school with her friends. She loved living her life to the fullest, and nothing was going to get in the way of that.....until one night.

Delilah was working late night at a gas station, She was working all alone, singing and dancing whilst cleaning the tables, and watching many cars park at the gas pumps to fill up their tanks. It was very boring, but she tried her best to make it a fun experience.

She then saw a strange white van pull into the parking lot. Out stepped a Large, burly man, with a top hat and trench coat. He looked tired, with baggy eyes, and shaggy hair. The man walked into the gas station and up to the cash register. He stared longingly at Delilah, to the point where she quickly became uncomfortable, he then smiled slightly and handed her a 20 dollar bill.

"Pump 4 please..." The man said in a raspy voice, whilst trying to sound as proper as possible, and still keeping eye contact.

Delilah took the cash and put it in the register. "You're good to go sir..." She said, trying to get the man out of the station as quick as possible.

"Are you here all alone?..." The man says, dropping his smile.

"N-No...I have someone in the back.." She says, knowing full well she was lying. The man looked at her, then he walked outside, back to his car.

Delilah breathed a sigh of relief, finally that creep was gone. With that she left the counter and started cleaning once again, this time under full caution about her surroundings. Once she finished mopping she realized she had one more thing on her to-do list left...Take the trash...OUTSIDE.

She didn't want to go outside, that man was still out there, Parked at pump 4....but she had to take the trash out. Otherwise she won't get paid.

Delilah grabbed all the trash from around the store, so she would only have to go outside once. She slowly made her way out the door, making sure to stare at the man as she did so, and he was staring right back at her. Once Delilah found the dumpster, she had to turn her back to put the trash in, she didn't want to...but she did. Once she turned back around, the man was closer...and he was smiling wide. Delilah made her way back inside and shut the door, she got behind the counter, wincing as the man made his way into the store as well. He walked up to the counter, this time not even saying anything...just staring down at her. Delilah didn't look at him, she just stared into the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with the creep.

"I know you want me to take you away from this hell...." The man said as he grabbed Delilah's shoulders tightly. She couldn't move her arms, she was frozen with fear.

"I also know you're not here with anyone...I planned this night for so long...keeping up with your work schedule just to make sure I came when you were alone...and here we are..."

Delilah stood still, what was this man talking about? How was he keeping up with her work schedule...was he stalking her?

Delilah tried to struggle from his grasp, to no avail.

"Ah ah ah....playing hard to get I see...."

The man held on to her tightly, she tried to scream, but no one would hear her anyway. She could do nothing as he dragged her from behind the counter and outside to his car.

"You're coming with me..." He said as he pulled a rag from he pocket and placed it on her mouth and nose. She struggled for awhile before falling unconscious. The man takes Delilah and puts her in his van before speeding away.

The next morning, the manager of the gas station went there to see nobody. The manager was furious thinking he got duped and Delilah left without clocking out, little did he know, poor Delilah was taken away by a stalker to his dark and damp cellar, where she would never see the light of day ever again.