with his hand trembling and reached out and put his hand on the doorknob. Turning it slowly he noticed it was locked. He took a deep breath and released his hand. He turned and started walking back to his house.
“One day soon, you have been alone long enough,” he thought, as he moved fast through the night crowd pushing his way back to his apartment.
Finally making it he runs in and goes straight to his window. Staring straight at her building he watched until every light was turned off. He loved watching her, she was so beautiful with her long hair and her pink cheeks. He hated that she was so sad, he needed her to smile and be happy. He wanted her to be happy with him.
“Finally, you are in bed, I will see you in the morning.” Leaving the window he crawled in bed and closed his eyes.
Chapter 2
Katie could feel the heat against her body, as sweat rolled down her face. Moisture covered her skin and drip between her breasts and creases her armpits. Her attempt to inhale becomes harder with a strong smell of blood coming through her nostrils. The scent of old musky cologne filled the air around her. Her eyes trying to open wider as an apparition of a figure of a dark haired man stood beside her. Completely unable to inhale much-needed oxygen, the walls closed in around her and darkness overtakes her senses.
Gasping for air her eyelids popped open, as her body was covered in sweat. It covered her pillow and her blanket. The moisture from her body caused her shirt to stick to her skin and becoming a sticky mess. Covering her face with her hands she moaned out loud and exhaled. Katie couldn’t believe she had another nightmare. Before she could rub the sleep out of her eyes she glanced at the clock and began to panic as the morning sun shined through her window.
“I’m going to be late” she mumbled.
She ran to the bathroom and started the shower. Peeling off her sweat soaked clothes and jumps under the water. It was just getting warm as it rolled off her body. Lathering her hair, she began to think about the figure of a man that was in her dream. A haze seemed to surround him but she couldn’t get a look at his face. Everything was hazy and blurry. The figure seems to be medium built as he stood near the end of a hallway.
Soap dripping into her eyes snapping her back to reality, mad at herself for letting time get away from her.
“Could that be the killer” she thought.
She quickly got out of the shower and forced herself to calm down. Bracing herself on the sink as she dry’s off, she looks into the mirror but could barely see her reflection. The foggy haze of the room left a film on the mirror. She left the bathroom and rummaged through some clothes in her closet. She quickly dressed, and pinned up her long brown hair. In a hurry to get to work she almost forgot to lock her door. Mumbling under her breath she quickly turned and scrambled in her purse to find the key. Finally finding them she pulls them out and twisted the key in the door. She heard the clank of the lock setting it in place. Pulling the key out of the lock she loses control of her purse and it falls to the ground. Leaning over to pick up her bag, her makeup burst open causing the contents to clatter across the ground. Bending down to gather her things caused her skirt to lift up almost showing off her underclothes. Several guys walked past her on the sidewalk and obviously got an eyeful as she was picking up her belongings. At this point she was agitated. Looking up she noticed her driver was walking towards her. In the corner of her eye she noticed a dark haired man standing across the street just standing there. She hurried and grabbed her purse and bag and hurried to the car. The driver opened the door to the car and she got in. Looking out the side window she seen the man in a long dark coat walking down the sidewalk. She was only a few miles from her work, but seeing she was already late. Stopping in front of a tall