I figured the best way would be to barricade myself in my room that night. I pressed heavy furniture up against the door and placed things for the stalker to trip
over. I set one of the autodial slots on the phone in my room to 911. The second I heard anyone coming up my steps, I'd hit the button. Hopefully, the barricade
would delay him for long enough to get the police here. Then he'd have been caught in the act, end of story. I brewed up the strongest black coffee I could and
brought the pot and a mug up to my room. No way I was gonna fall asleep. I fell asleep within the first hour. Damn, I thought as I woke up that morning. However,
I did wake up, so that means I was lucky. I went back downstairs, only absentmindedly noticing that the door I barricaded last night was cleared now. I turned on
the tv, the news bringing me back to full consciousness. The killings had continued last night. The authorities said that they'd never encountered a killer so savage.
The killings seemed random, but some forensics people still thought they saw a pattern to them. I went to my door to take in the mail. On the mailbox was taped a
note, I opened it and read it. "You're sorry now, aren't you. Bitch!" it read. This was getting serious. It was the same handwriting as the card on the flowers. But
those words just stuck somewhere. Then I remembered, the guy in the parking lot! Oh, god, he's that sicko!