Thriller Night
Thriller Night. The city was dark and quiet, the only sound coming from the light rain that fell from the sky. The streets were deserted, with only the occasional car driving by. Jane was walking home from work, her coat pulled tight around her body to protect her from the cold. She was tired, and her feet ached from the long day at the office.
As she walked, she heard a noise behind her. She turned around and saw nothing, but she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following her. She quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. She was only a few blocks from her apartment, but it felt like a lifetime away.
The streets were poorly lit, and she could barely make out the sidewalk in front of her. She stumbled on something and nearly fell, but she caught herself just in time. She looked down and saw a piece of paper on the ground. It was a note, and it read: "You're next."
Jane's heart raced even faster as she realized that someone was indeed following her. She looked around frantically, but she saw no one. She started to run, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear footsteps behind her, getting closer and closer. She didn't know what to do, she was terrified.
She turned a corner and saw her apartment building in the distance. She could see the light in her window and she knew she was almost there. She broke into a sprint, her feet pounding against the pavement. She could hear the footsteps behind her getting louder and louder. She didn't know who was chasing her, or why, but she knew she had to get away.
She reached the front door of her building and fumbled for her keys. She finally found them and unlocked the door, practically falling inside. She slammed the door shut behind her and leaned against it, panting for breath.
She was safe.
Or so she thought.
Suddenly, she heard a noise from inside her apartment. She froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew someone was in there. She carefully opened the door to her apartment, her hand shaking.
She saw a figure standing in the middle of her living room. It was a man, dressed in black. He was holding a knife.
Jane screamed and ran for the door, but the man was too fast. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. She could feel the cold metal of the knife against her throat.
"Who are you? What do you want?" She screamed.
The man didn't say a word. He just stared at her with cold, emotionless eyes. She realized then that she was going to die.
But she wouldn't go down without a fight. She kicked and screamed, trying to break free from the man's grasp. She managed to hit him in the face with her elbow, and he stumbled back.
Jane didn't waste any time. She ran for the door, and this time, she made it out. She ran down the stairs and out of the building, not looking back. She didn't stop running until she reached the police station.
The police immediately launched an investigation into the break-in, but they never caught the man who had broken into her apartment. Jane never forgot the terror of that night, and she couldn't shake the feeling that the man was still out there, somewhere, waiting for his next victim.
Years passed and Jane tried to move on with her life, though the memories of that night still haunted her. She changed her name, her job, and her address. she thought she was safe, but she was wrong.
One night, she received a phone call from an unknown number. She hesitated before answering, but she couldn't ignore the feeling that something was off. She picked up the phone and heard a familiar voice on the other end. It was the man who had broken into her apartment all those years ago.
"I found you," he said, his voice cold and menacing.
Jane's heart sank. She had thought she had escaped him, but he had found her. She knew she had to get out of there, and fast. She hung up the phone and ran out of her apartment, not bothering to grab her things.
She didn't know where to go, but she knew she had to keep moving. She spent the next few days on the run, staying in cheap hotels and constantly looking over her shoulder. She was terrified that the man would find her, but she couldn't go to the police. She knew they wouldn't believe her, not after all these years.
Finally, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She remembered that the man had a distinctive tattoo on his hand, and she knew that if she could get a picture of it, she could prove to the police that he was the one who had broken into her apartment all those years ago.
She spent weeks tracking him down, following him from city to city. She was determined to get her proof, no matter what it took.
Finally, her hard work paid off. She caught a glimpse of the tattoo and snapped a picture with her phone. She immediately went to the police and showed them the evidence. They were skeptical at first, but when they saw the picture, they knew she was telling the truth.
The man was arrested and charged with breaking and entering, and Jane finally felt like she could breathe again. She knew that he would be in prison for a long time, and she felt a sense of closure.
But she also knew that the memory of that night would stay with her forever. She had been through a nightmare, but she had come out on the other side. She was stronger for it, and she knew that she would never let anyone scare her again.
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