Melissa's Act Of Murder
He's watching me again. I know he is. I've caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. He thinks I don't know, but I do. He's sinister! I know I shouldn't let him spoil my life but I can't help feeling afraid. I avoid being near him as much as possible but it's not always easy and my blood trickles like ice when he is close.
I've only been in this job three weeks and I like what I do, but he is casting a shadow over it - I can't tell anyone, they would probably think I'm paranoid. He doesn't seem to bother them or maybe they are just used to his ways. Oh, I could kill him!
Each day that comes I hope he won't be there, occasionally he's not but before long he returns and I feel his eyes boring into me, just waiting his chance. In a way I wish he would make his move and get it over with, but no he just loiters there terrifying me.
I need help. Take Wednesday for instance; he moved in a little closer and I almost lost control. I'd not have been responsible for my actions if he'd touched me! I feel like screaming at him: 'Go away, leave me alone! - I don't hang around and terrorise you do I?' But again, being new in my job, my colleagues would be convinced I am a nutter.
The trouble is, even the few times when he's not there I'm tensely watching and waiting for him to come back as I know he will. For some reason he has targeted me. Maybe he can feel my fear and it gratifies him. I may have to report him after all - if only to that nice caretaker - he seems an understanding sort of chap. Tomorrow I think I will.
Oh dear, it's too late! I am a murderer. He has finally made his move. I was alone and the phone rang' I had to leave my desk and go over to where he hangs about. I felt his intentions as I approached, I just knew what he was going to do and I was shaking like a ribbon in a gale.
Ignore him, I thought, look the other way. Still the phone was ringing and I picked up the receiver. That's when I felt his nearness, he was hovering over me. I swear it was him or me. a weird calm possessed me and not caring if I were robbing a family of a husband or father, as soon as he touched my skin I pushed him aside onto the desk and battered him to death with the phone receiver. Tears were streaming down my face, but I was glad it was over at last. My boss came in then.
' Ah, well done Melissa. I see you have finally ridded us of that odious spider!'
(c) Nancymiss60 20/08/09.