Achluophobia, part two
The man looked around just to check if someone was watching. The door handle shrieked as he pressed it down and then he turned around and opened the door. He entered the apartment in complete silence. First he looked at all the valuable things, but he didn't look interested at all, then he sat down in her sofa and grabbed a pillow and stroke the fuzzy surface totally focused on its softness.
She crept up behind him holding a big kitchen knife steady in her right hand while tears were running down her cheek. The perfect make-up she had worn an hour ago was now spread all over her face. She noticed that the front door was still open. Would she have time to run out and call for help or would he notice before she even reached the door?
The man sat motionless on the sofa as he heard her fast breathing behind him but still he didn't move an inch. A satisfied smile spread over his face, and by the facial expression it looked like as if he enjoyed the moment. He continued stroking the pillow, and suddenly Anna's mobilephone rung. He picked it up and answered.
"Hello, who is this?" a woman's voice said. Anna recognized the voice; it was her best friend Isabel who was calling back.
"Hi, I am nobody special", the man answered. She noticed that his pronunciation was really bad and she felt like she had heard it before.
"What are you doing there?" the woman yelled and asked for the person whos living in the house.
"I'm a friend, she is in the shower. I go now, bye." he recalled and looked really angry, and threw the mobilephone against the wall. It smashed into pieces at the same place where the other phone was lying.
"You have weird friends", he said and turned around to look at her. She recoiled and looked at him in shock and dropped the knife on the floor.
He stood up and walked up to her, looked at her face for a moment, and then he stroked the bare skin on her arms. She was completely paralysed.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked with an irritating but calm voice. "Maybe a long lost lover, don´t you remember?"
After saying those words she finally remembered who he was, an expression of fear spread over her already paled face. She remembered the little boy he once was, the chubby medium dark skinned boy with the thick glasses whom she and some other people bullied in third grade because of his feeling for Anna.
He lovingly stroked the skin on her neck with his soiled hands and looked her deeply in her eyes.
"I have been waiting for so long to do this!"
"Do what?" She cried out as his hands moved towards her throat.
His hands closed around her neck. She tried to gasp for air but couldn't, then she felt as if the room was spinning around very fast. Suddenly it stopped and everything slowly faded to a bright white light.
The man walked slowly out from the apartment, he stopped on the porch and picked up a small pice of paper from the front pocket of his trousers. He picked up a pen and stroke over a name, after reviewing the paper once more he put it back in his pocket and walked further on.
The End...
