“Hello love, I'm your biggest fan,” she said with the widest, most manic smile on her face, stood at my door with a gun rested in her fingers.
“What do you want from me? Do you want money? Huh? You could have said that before doing that rubbish!” I yelled at the top of my voice, tears streaming down my face and ruining my makeup.
She laughed to herself, staring at me still with that mocking smile on her face, “I'm not here for your money darling, I'm here for you,” she smiled again, sounding a bit too cheerful while I was numb and scared in my seat.
Then the picture became clearer in my head the more I stared at her. I attempted to run from the door I was pushed up against in fear but it was locked. Anxiety set in and I began to frantically pull on the knob till I got frustrated.
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