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Lee and I work for the same company. I've been here for ten years; Lee, for only a year. Her spot has been occupied by nine other young women in the past decade. They just left--not bothering to resign or clean out their desks--
simply vanishing, it seems, into thin air! They're now classified as "missing."
I hear about their cases on the news and just shake my head.

Through the years, I have made concentrated efforts to get close to the
young ladies who have worked in the position Lee now fills--and have 
tried just as mightily to charm Lee. All have apparently been oblivious to 
me, failing to realize what a catch I am! Oh, well, there will be others after Lee. She really doesn't deserve me anyway. None of them did--those vapid, unambitious creatures doing their mundane little duties.  It's 5:25, almost 
time to leave work. Lee walks to work and jogs home, after changing her shoes. I know exactly where she lives.

Lee isn't aware that I already know a great deal about her type--the barely-
average young woman destined for obscurity by her nondescript personality, incapable of fathoming that a heart can be as hard and black as ebony, unaware that she's about to be dangled over an opaque pit into which she 
will be plunged, too dense to know that some nice-looking young guys hide behind a shiny veneer and watch--just watch--till the time is right to take
revenge on those who stupidly rejected their obvious charms. This  woman, 
my tenth, will deserve her crimson death.

The others never saw me coming, Lee. You won't either!


Date: November 7, 2017

Contest Title: Stalker

Sponsor: Silent One

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