She’s the Prey, He’s the Stalker

Caught in the bustle of everyday life, Cassie is unaware of an ominous presence in the shadows. Hunted like an animal, her every movement is being tracked. Follow Cassie, as she discovers things are seldom what they see, and nothing is ever guaranteed.I don’t know how I ended up in this evil hell. It’s dark, cold and scary. I fear for my life that I just want back to how it was before this monster entered into it. How can it go from perfectly planned to chaos and cruelty? As he walks dragging me behind him by my ponytail, I can feel my fingernails sink into some of the mud. Pulling, grasping at the dead grass as each finger passes a trail of its very own. I want to scream, but no words come out. I know nobody would hear me, anyway. I close my eyes remembering a better time. One full of warmth, love and laughter. Our parents surrounding our table as we enjoy a family meal in a wholesome environment. Sharing good news with one another and joking about one thing or another. That’s the way it’s supposed to be you know. It’s not supposed to be like this. Where did I go wrong?! What happened to my cookie cutter lifestyle? I started noticing little things I should have paid more attention too, but whenever I would mention them to Jeremy he’d just blow it off and say I must have overlooked them. For example, like my clothes that went missing. It happened to many times. Another example is the dogs barking and looking into the woods. I should have realized the red flags and demanded more attention to them. Of course, there was that kiss. The one I should have never did. The one I never want to remember again. Maybe this is my fault. Was I leading him on? Who would have thought one mistake could end up a life sentence?! I guess death is my fate, and I should recognize it’s the consequence to my action. No, no what am I thinking! I don’t want to die. I try moving my legs a little, but to no avail. I feel stiff and heavy. I can hear him putting the shovel in the ground and digging up the dirt and mud in giant clunks. His breath is heavy as he mutters what I can’t hear him say. I close my eyes again remembering a better time. I’m selling property which I consider dreams. I make peoples dreams come true by finding them homes they are happy within. I’m a simple woman, really. One who is going to be married then to make a family of our very own together. I’m happy with my soon to be husband. Happy with my life. Or was. Now I’m lying here like dead meat. Nobody to protect me. I don’t feel like I can fend for myself. He stalked me like prey, found a time to attack me, and then brought me here. To the dark, cold, and scary woods. I can still hear him digging. I try to move my legs again. I try to wiggle my arms. There’s still no movement. Life can’t get any worse than this for me. Can it?