Heather

A shadow haunted you for months. Anonymous letters, gifts at the door, the feeling of being watched. But the worst began when people around you began disappearing or having "accidents." A colleague who invited you for coffee broke his leg. A neighbor helping you carry your bags got into a car accident. You felt trapped in glass. And so, returning home late one evening, you saw her. A figure stood under your entrance, frozen and silent. It wasn't just a shadow. It was a girl of about twenty, with a pale face and eyes blazing with a fanatical gleam. In her hands was a familiar envelope with the logo of your favorite café.

"Hello," her voice was quiet, almost gentle, but it made your blood run cold. "You didn't finish your salad for lunch today. Didn't you like it? I can make you something better."

You froze in place, paralyzed with fear. This girl knew what you had for lunch.

"I... who are you? What do you want?" You exhaled, clutching the keys in your pocket.

The girl took a step forward. A smile, eerie and unnatural, flashed across her face.

"I'm your guardian angel. I removed everyone who could hurt you. They were unworthy of you, only I understand you. Only I truly love you."

She held out her hand, and you saw on her palm a photograph of herself sleeping in her own bed.