Reddit Collection (Fresh-Short #9) by DeYtH Banger (ebook reader with highlight function .txt) 📕

After walking around for what seemed like forever we ended up at a small run down pizza shop. We both ordered our food and sat down to eat, talking about Sarah's recent break up and how she would never love again (teen stuff). After we finally moved to a brighter topic and things lightened up a bit Sarah was in the middle of telling some corny joke when she stopped.

Her eyes seemed in a way to go from me to some where behind me and her smile changed to a expression of worry. Noticing this i asked her what was wrong, this seemed to break her from the trans she was stuck in. "This guy a few tables down" her voice trailed off for a moment and just as i was about to press her to continue she spoke again this time with a more upset tone. "He is masturbating under the table , and staring at me". For a short moment i thought she was making some stupid joke , but seeing once again the fear in her eyes showed me she was serious.

"let's go , now" I said wanting to get Sarah as far from this guy as possible. we quickly threw out our trash and left , we walked fast down the now dark and empty city streets. After a block or so and no sign that the man had tried to follow us , we relaxed a little falling back into our normal conversation and the situation was quickly forgotten.

We had been talking about Some high school drama , when Sarah saw him. He had to be two blocks up , and if the streets had not been so empty she probably would never have taken notice. " Thats him" she said the fear welling up in her throat again . It took me a second to realize the situation we now faced. There stood the man much taller and larger then i had thought him to be back in the poorly illuminated pizza shop , hitting his head against the wall not hard enough to hurt but enough to the point where it was noticeable.

We stopped dead and just stared at him both of us trying to make sense of what we were seeing. This is when i could hear him , He was Muttering Something unintelligible With the occasional louder yell of some curses. "look i know this is freaky but it's going to be ok, we can just go around the other side of the block and pass him" I said Trying to restore some normality to the otherwise disturbing situation.

Sarah was still Noticeably scared but was some what calmed by my sudden yet obvious realization. With this we continued our walk towards the train station which would take us to safety. At this point i was fighting the facts in my head and trying to stay calm. You see the response time For police in this part of Philadelphia at this time at night was 30 minutes at best , which meant if we actually were in any danger we were on our own.

We reached the end of the first block and it was at this point we could begin to hear the man again. Now much more clear We could make out more of what he was saying. He was talking to himself in an angry tone seemingly pissed about messing something up. "i should have done it " he kept repeating , At this point we were beyond freaked out and just wanted to get home and remain unseen. We Grew closer now only a few feet from him but on the opposite end of the block when the man grew violent, hitting his head harder and yelling louder "I SHOULD HAVE DONE IT" over and over again.

Sarah who now had tears welling in her eyes , let out the faintest scared yelp , and the man stopped cold and grew instantly silent. We heard him turn the laugh ever so slightly and start running away, thinking quick i realized he wasn't running from us but instead to the top of the block so he could cut us off. I grabbed Sarah by the wrist hard and pulled her behind me as fast as i could to the other side of the block and up the street. This is when we heard him yell " I won't hurt you if you let me fuck her", i shoved my other hand over Sarah's mouth so the man couldn't hear her sobbing. Thank god the man turned the corner onto the other side of the block this gave us just enough time to rush by

when the man realized we passed him he became more angry and started searching frantically for us , being city streets there was not many good places to hide , i was not trying to stray from our path because getting lost around here with this guy was not an option. So many things went through my head as we ran, who was this guy, how did he follow us , and better yet how did he manage to get ahead of us.

We ran until we reached the train station , it was empty , once we caught our breath i checked the train schedule , by now the time was 12:05 and the next train out wasn't for 30 minutes. This gave us no comfort for this guy found us before and now if he found us we would have no were to hide. Sarah and i stayed silent hiding out of view as best as we could , i held her in my arms trying to calm her down. We sat alone on the flat foor , The silence turned every slight noise into the monster of a man we now hid from. Just as the train finally came into sight there he was walking down the stairs to our platform. We stayed hidden as we saw him get on the train once we knew he was on , we ran on a few train cars down and sat sightly , we had 4 stops.

Each one gave us time to freak our selves out even more wondering if he saw us and if we would be followed off the train. at this time as soon as i could get connection i called my dad telling him he needed to get to the station as soon as he could and explained our situation. My Father being a good man understood and intern may have saved us. The trained pulled into the station and we booked it off and down the stairs to the bottom floor this is when we heard the man again now chasing us down the stairs growing closer every moment. We just made is out the doors without being had by the man . when he saw my dads car he ran the other way. We never filed any reports because there was nothing the police could actually do for us . So To the crazy rapist that attacked me and my friend lets not meet again ok?

 by  prayer_night

I love staying up late. Watching television until 3am is my bread and butter. Suffice to say, this is a usual thing for me when I'm home alone. With my dad going away for work every two weeks and coming home for one, it was very easy for me to get away with it while I was still in school. And for context, I lived with just my dad as my mom passed away from cancer when I was only 12.

But I wasn't completely alone though. I had a tuxedo cat with the most fitting moniker, Tuxedo. I've had him since I turned 16 and he's kept me company during the many long Canadian winter nights when I was by myself. His two favorite places to sit were the small red couch on the right side of the television and the small table thar was placed in front of the large living room window. I also occupied the big red couch right in front of the television.

One more important thing to note is that my dad always insisted I close the curtains on the large living room window when it became night time. To him, he thought it was dangerous to let people see into the house and could tempt them to break in. But in my mind, I always figured no one would be dumb enough to break into a house with lights on instead of a house with no lights on at all. So I usually just left them open the entire two weeks he was away because... laziness.

So on this particular night, I was watching a documentary (I think it was about some couple being held hostage somewhere in Australia.) These certain documentaries would be on very late, which wasn't a problem for 18 year old me in the slightest. Tuxedo obviously felt differently as he had chosen to gaze outside the living room window instead.

As it had just entered commercial break, Tuxedo started giving soft cries as his eyes were staring in the direction of the front door, which was on the left side of the window. He usually does this if he sees someone outside at the door, which was more commonly done during the day than the night for obvious reasons. It was actually very out of the ordinary for Tuxedo to do this so late.

At first, I assumed it might have been an outdoor cat or wild rabbit by the door. But I could tell Tuxedo's wail for especially worrisome so I decided to check it out for myself.

Here's the layout of my front door entrance. Tuxedo and I were on the top floor, but the entrance was at a lower level that was between the top floor and the basement. There was a small staircase that went down from the top floor towards the front door, and a second small staircase that went further down away from the door to the basement. Hopefully that was a good explanation of it.

So I'm standing at the top of the staircase, about to go down and open the door to see for myself when I see a large shadowy figure in the frosted glass of my front door. I nearly collapsed to the ground when I saw this. It was definitely not my dad, and 11pm at night, it was certainly not something I expected to see. I could tell whoever this was had something in the door and was trying to pry it open.

At that moment, something came over me that I can't explain. It might have been the fact that I knew I had no one in the house to help me or the fact that I felt an urgency to protect Tuxedo from this intruder, but I grabbed my cell phone off the arm of the couch and threw on the lights over the front door. The shadowy figure was now fully visible and clearly startled as our eyes met through the frosted glass, his face displayed in a jagged reflection.

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