Chapter 46: A Stalker
Nora looked around the classroom which was empty with only the chairs and desks scattered around. She’d been worrying about those notes that she was receiving and the only solution she could think of was to come to class early and either escape getting a note or at least catching the person red-handed.
However, as she unpacked her notebook and pens, her heart skipped a beat when a folded piece of paper fell out from her desk and fluttered to the floor.
The room was eerily quiet, the only sound being her own nervous breathing. Nora felt her heart skip a beat. She tried to convince herself that it may be a rogue piece of paper and nothing more. Maybe someone was playing around and left it on her desk. But she knew she couldn’t fool herself.
Looking around, she started to have trouble catching her breath as she slowly picked up the note. Who could it be who had sneaked up here and slipped a note? Could it be they had left here last evening after the end of the classes? But the janitors would have taken it away. Could it be that the person was still here, watching her and waiting for her to pick up the note?
She jumped in fear when someone suddenly entered the class which also scared the other person. The classmate gave her a puzzled look before nodding at her in greeting and going to his own desk. Soon, students started to stream in, and Nora felt a bit comforted in the crowd while continuing to stare at the note in front of her. She had yet to gather the courage to open it and see the contents of the note.
She stared at the plain, white sheet with her name written on it in neat handwriting. She swallowed hard, her mind racing. This was a first. The person had actually written on it...
Her heart pounded in her chest as she read the few written words: "You’re doing good, Nora. And I can see that you are eager to meet me. I see the way your eyes scan the surroundings when you receive my notes. We’ll meet soon and then I can tell you in person how great you are."
On the surface, the message seemed positive. But Nora couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in her stomach. These anonymous notes had been appearing in her life almost daily now and she was getting more and more frightened.
She’d tried taking these notes to the police but they had refused to do anything about it since there were no threats in the note. The officer had even laughed it off saying that she probably had an admirer who was not brave enough to come to her. And then told her that she should come to them if there were any threats in the notes. In short, the police had dismissed her fears, suggesting that she was overthinking things.
The hum of conversations and the shuffling of desks drew her attention away from the note, and she carefully folded it back up and slipped it into her bag. She couldn’t afford to let her unease show; not when that person was always watching her.