Disclaimer: I do not own the story plot. It belongs to Samantha Sue Clyde. I'm just taking up her fan fiction challenge.
The Stalker
Chapter One
Have you ever had that really creepy feeling that you're being watched? That someone is always there, but you don't know who they are or where they are? It all started a few weeks after my nineteenth birthday…a few weeks after I'd split up with Harry Potter. I began to live in fear. I can't believe I'm going to write this all down. I thought this was the end of the nightmare…but retelling it is just the beginning…
I parked my car outside my apartment in Leeds. Weird, isn't it? A witch living like a muggle…but whatever, back to what happened. I was just opening my apartment door when I heard someone whisper my name, their breath hot on my neck. "Ginny…" the voice whispered. I spun around, pulling out my wand but there was no one there. Shivering, I ran inside, slamming the door shut. And that's when I saw it…the blood on the wall. The sinister message that read:
I'm coming for you Ginny.
Who wouldn't be freaked out by that? I tried to scream, but instead of noise, blood dripped out of my mouth. I gasped and ran to the mirror. I was bleeding from my mouth, nose and eyes. I screamed. And I kept on screaming. My neighbor must have heard and phoned the muggle policemen. I was taken to hospital and the doctors examined me. They were baffled. They couldn't understand how I was bleeding. There was nothing wrong with me. My cells were just breaking down for no reason.
I sent an owl to my family and they arrived the next morning at the hospital. "Ginny, dear, how did this happen?" My mother asked. "Was it a spell?"
"I don't know, mum," I sobbed. "I really don't know. I g-got to my a-apartment and I heard s-someone whisper my name a-and when I got inside I s-saw the m-message on the wall in b-blood. The muggles d-did a t-test on the blood. It's m-my blood. It was m-my blood on the w-wall." Hermione Weasley – my brother Ron's wife – gasped. Mum covered her mouth with her hands and everyone else just stared at me, a look of horror fixed on their faces.
They had no idea. They thought they could stop it. They thought that if I went back to The Burrow I'd be safe. How wrong they were…
I woke up wondering where I was. And then I realized. I was in my old bedroom. I smiled as I looked around. It was the same as always. Pinned on my wall were many moving photographs of me with my family and friends. The largest photo caught my eye. It was one of me with Harry. I sighed and pulled it off the wall. The photo was taken on our first proper date. Sure, it had been at Hogsmeade, but I'd had such an amazing time. God, I missed Harry. Why did I even break up with him? Because it wasn't working out…right. Look, Ginny, I told myself. You just have to move on!
But you love him, another voice argued back…quite convincingly. With a groan of frustration I turned the photo over to find a message written on the back in blood:
You can't hide forever, Ginny. I'm here. In The Burrow. There's nowhere to go. I'll always find you.
A/N: Oooh, freaky! I can probably guess who you think is stalking Ginny and no, it is not that person. Muahahahaha, you'll never guess!
