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As Abigail walked home, she couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching her. Her heart raced as she turned her head slightly and saw the detective, John, staring at her from a pole. She felt her palms getting sweaty and her breathing becoming heavy. "Is he following me? Why is he looking at me like that?" Abigail thought, feeling a sense of unease. She quickened her pace, trying to shake off the feeling of being watched, but every time she glanced back, she saw John still looking at her. She tried to calm herself down by telling herself that maybe he was just watching the street, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. As she got closer to her house, she saw John walking away, but she couldn't help but feel like he was still keeping an eye on her. "Wo