She almost screamed. Luckily, she had her hands over her mouth.
She saw his feet. They were very dirty.
He had no shoes.
A musty smell accompanied them. She felt her heart beat as they came closer until they reached her bed. His feet were almost touching her.
She tried not to whimper. His feet turned as he looked around the room. He called her name sweetly.
"Mandy," said a sickly sweet voice. "I know you're in here." He walked over to a wall.
She heard a scratching sound. What was he doing?
Then, he started to leave. She almost sighed in relief. But something dropped on the ground...
And he leaned down to pick it up...
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100 Yellow Roses
Short Story*Completed/editing* He's obsessed, she's scared. Sent 100 yellow roses to profess his love, or rather, his infatuation.... The wrong kind of love. *Awesome cover by @mayliemerlin Highest rank: #69 in Short Story
