Bill (my living nightmare)

You went out at night. It wasn't a good idea on your part. You were just trying to buy something at the corner store.

When the sound of sports car engines filled your ears.

You walked out of the store and saw it. 4 black sports cars. Then one pulled up beside you. And the window slowly rolled down.

There he was... Bill.

Bill: What's a pretty thing like you doing out on the street all alone? A little late, don't you think?

He laughed and threw his lit cigarette at you. You saw that he had an arm with him.