Chapter 6 : The Frustration

Ayla POV:-

I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was lying on the floor, my head throbbing with pain.

As I struggled to sit up, I realized that I must have passed out from fear. But how long had I been out?

I looked around the room, trying to take stock of the situation. The back door was still closed, but I could see that it was slightly ajar.

My heart racing, I scrambled to my feet and pushed the door open. That's when I saw it. A piece of paper on the floor, with a message scrawled on it:

"You can't escape me, Sweetheart."

I felt a wave of frustration wash over me as I read the message. Who did this guy think he was? Did he really think he could just terrorize me and get away with it?

With a surge of anger, I tore the paper into tiny pieces and scattered them on the floor.

"If you have the guts, just come out, you motherfucker!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the empty house.

I stood there, my chest heaving with rage, daring him to come out of hiding. But there was only silence.

And then, I heard it. A faint creaking sound, coming from the floorboards above me.

My heart racing, I slowly backed away from the stairs, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I knew I had to protect myself.

I quickly moved to the living room, my hands shaking as I opened the drawer of the coffee table. Inside, I found the gun that my grandmother used to keep for protection.

I remembered her telling me that it was always loaded and ready to use. I hoped that was still the case.

I grasped the gun tightly, feeling a sense of determination wash over me. I was not going to let this guy hurt me.

With the gun clutched in my hand, I slowly made my way back to the stairs, my eyes scanning the ceiling for any sign of movement.

As I reached the bottom step, I heard another creak. This time, it sounded like he was coming down the stairs...

I raised the gun, my hands shaking slightly as I aimed it at the stairs. My heart was racing with anticipation, my senses on high alert.

As I waited, the creaking grew louder, and I could tell that he was slowly making his way down the stairs.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. He was tall and imposing, with piercing green eyes that seemed to bore into my soul.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I had the gun, and I was ready to use it.

I stared at him, the gun still clutched in my hand. I had no idea who this guy was or what he wanted.

"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.

He smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "You don't remember me, do you?" he said, his eyes glinting with amusement.

I shook my head, my mind racing. There was something unsettling about his smile, something that made my skin crawl.

"I don't know you," I repeated, trying to sound firm.

He chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "We'll see about that," he said, taking a step closer to me.

I raised the gun, my heart racing with fear. "Don't come any closer," I warned him.

Even though the man's entire body was shrouded in black, making him almost invisible in the shadows. His face was covered with a black mask, obscuring his features.

But despite the covering, I could sense his smile. It was as if I could feel his amusement, his pleasure in unsettling me.

"We'll meet again, Sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

I tried to respond, but my voice caught in my throat. I was frozen in fear, unable to move or speak.

The man turned to leave, his black-clad figure blending into the darkness. I was left standing there, feeling vulnerable and terrified.

As I watched him disappear into the night, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being toyed with. That this was just the beginning of a twisted game, one that I didn't know how to play...

I stood there for what felt like an eternity, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't shake the feeling that the man was still watching me, even though I couldn't see him.

Finally, I managed to break free from my trance-like state and ran slamming the door shut behind me. I locked the door and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but wonder what had just happened. Why is he doing this to me and what does he want

I tried to push the thoughts aside and focus on calming myself down, but my mind kept racing. I knew I had to tell the police about the encounter, but I was hesitant. What if they didn't believe me?

Just as I was starting to feel overwhelmed, I heard a knock at the door. It was the police officer who had responded to my earlier call.

"Ma'am, we've finished processing the scene," he said. "We didn't find anything suspicious.

" I am sure you would, please believe me", I said with a pleading tone hoping they would believe me once but I my all hopes where defeated with their untrustable eyes that showed that they did not believe nor trusted what I was saying. They probably might feel that I am a crazy women.

The officers left after sometime and I was left defeated and my stalker winning but I won't let this slide he was the one who started this game and I will be the one who will end it