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.
