My mother always taught me to stay away from strangers. She

always said don't put yourself out there. She asked me to remain

anonymous. I didn't listen, but I wish I did. Here, let me backtrack a bit.

My name is Brooke Anderson, I'm 23 years old, and here's the story that

changed my life, forever...

It had been happening for a couple of weeks now. Everywhere I

went, I would see his face. After work, at the club, even outside my

bedroom window! I would get weird anonymous texts by numbers I didn't

even know. I thought it was just my imagination, that this happens to

everybody. I didn't know how wrong I was.

That night I had to work overtime because I was sick the other day. It

was dark and I didn't like being alone. I knew an alleyway that was by a

convenience store that was a shortcut to my apartment. I didn't think going

down there was a good idea. But I had to get home, I felt that something

was wrong. Besides, it was just a creepy alleyway in the middle of the

night. What's the worst that could happen? I quickly rushed down the path.

I swear I heard whispers in the dark. It was probably my imagination again.

Then I got another weird anonymous text that slowed me down a little. This

one was the creepiest.

"Hey, we're gonna have fun tonight, aren't we?" it said.

"Who are you? Leave me alone!"

"Come on, don't act like that Brooke. You know what's going on."

"How do you know my name? How did you get this number!"

"I know a lot of things about you, dear Brooke. More than you know about yourself ;)"

That was it. I turned off my phone. I couldn't take it anymore. I had

to get home and call the-MMPH! My thoughts were interrupted as someone

grabbed me from behind and held my mouth closed with a cloth, which was

wet and funny smelling. We backed up against a wall. My vision was

fading as the drug from the cloth started to kick in. I writhed and struggled,

but nothing helped as I passed out.