Your Secret Admirer

A short horror story I wrote, hope you enjoy.

 You were driving by when I first saw you. You had a nice car and I was a hitchhiker, nothing more. You see, I know you better than anyone else in the world. You tend to like to sit at home alone, and I like that too. You see, I’ve been with you while you were alone. Remember that bump you heard in your attic, that was me. I wanted to say “Hi,” when you came up and investigated but I was afraid that you would get mad, so I hid. I also love to watch you sleep. And when you start to stir, I slip under the bed until you leave for work, and then I smell all of your lovely perfumes. There is only one thing I hate about you. Your boyfriend. I want to be him, so, I hope you like the present that came with this letter. He’s freshly dead, so you can say your goodbyes. I killed him with a knife, if you can’t already tell.

By now, you must be thinking we belong together, because I would kill for you. That is why I did this and sent this letter. Your boyfriend was a jerk. He wouldn’t stop screaming until he was dead. I almost got caught because of it. The knife felt good along when it penetrated his skin, because as soon as he was dead, I knew that you’d be mine. That’s why I did it, out of my love for you. Now, you must understand I love you more than any human being ever would. That is why I’m doing this. You’ll be sad at first, but you’ll soon realize we are perfect for each other. So please, please allow the whole world to know that I love you. And please don’t try to call the police. Your phone lines are already disconnected, and I’ve siphoned the gas out of your car. Please don’t walk either, because if I come to your house and don’t find you there, well, I won’t be very happy. Please don’t cry, though, all love has misunderstandings.

There is more to me than meets the eye. I may have seemed like a bum when you saw me, but I can do things for you, I can make you happy, my love, that is all you need. I swear that I will love you until I die. Or you do. Please, just listen. That is the way things go. People die, people live, and love happens to come out of it. Now, I’ll be coming later tonight, so you can actually meet me, and I hope, I hope to God, that you love me as much as I love you for getting rid of that wretched lout you called a boyfriend. Now you can be with me, for as long as you live.

With love,

Your secret admirer

Author's Note

This was written on impulse and is COMPLETELY fictional. I don't want you guys thinking I'm a psycho killer who stalks random women. Just making sure you know.

Reviews

[RainDancer1997]

Holly crap! I liked it lol makes you wonder if there are people who are actually like that? A creepy piece but it was fun to read:)!

[Robby DeLuca]

The ironic thing is, there might be. The day I wrote this, my mom received flowers from an anonymous sender that we still haven't figured out.

[RainDancer1997]

That's crazy dude! That's truly ironic. If I was your mom and I read your story and then that happen I'd probably be paranoid as hec that's funny

[Adrian X Fuentess]

Pretty good and creepy. I liked it. I like the fact that it's written in a letter form; it gives it more creepiness to the story, and it's more personal between the stalker and the victim. Gross.
Keep it up.
The stories written on impulse tend to be the best. Good job on this one!

[Marie]

This is very good. And I don't think at all that you are a psycho, just someone with a great imaginaton.

[Daydreamer54]

Wow very malicious and sadistic. Awesome job getting itno the mind of a psycho. great write!

[Dean Kuch®]

That is a creepy little story there! You mean, you're really NOT a psycho killer? Ahhh, that's such a shame. You're missing out on all the fun, heh-heh.
YES, I am just kidding too!
Good story...