The Man Who Followed Me

Walking home late, the subway was nearly empty except for one man staring at me from across

the car. His eyes never blinked. When I got off at my stop, he followed.

I walked faster. He matched my pace. My heart pounded as I took random turns,

but every time I glanced back, there he was. Same distance. Same blank stare.

I ducked into a 24-hour store and told the clerk. The man pressed his face against

the window, watching. The clerk called police but when they arrived,

he was gone. Security footage showed him following me for six blocks. The worst part?

Two weeks later, I saw him again on the same train. Same dead stare. This time I didn't