“I know you’re there!â? Jessica yelled. Her stomach was in knots. She couldn’t breathe and barely could bring herself to talk. He was standing right there in the shadow. He was five meters away. The door was locked. She shouldn’t have come. She shouldn’t have let him drive her home. He was crazy. He was insane. He said he loved her. He had a knife.
“I love you Jessica. Why don’t you love me back?â? Jessica didn’t want to answer. She kept silent. He advanced. One-step at a time. The moonlight caught the blade and it reflected on his face. His eyes were wide open; his teeth were showing through his hungry smile. A thin trickle of sweat was running from his temple.
“I…I…I can’t Richard. I just can’t. Look at yourself!” She was becoming hysterical. But she couldn’t let it show. He was getting closer. She could smell his putrid breath.
“If I can’t have you…” His expression grew hungrier still. Jessica was pinning herself to the wall.