[ SECRET POST #2707 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2707 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[(Anonymous)]

I walked into the store and headed to the shoe section. It looked to be a pretty shitty selection, but I figured I might as well give it a browse, anyway. Maybe I'd get lucky.

I meandered between the racks, dismayed by my options. Fucking ballet flats. I don't go to the office to dance; I go there to work. Whatever happened to short, sensible, round-toed heels? Chunky heels, mind. I can't abide a stiletto.

I picked up a particularly atrocious pair, turning it over in my hands and scowling. That was when I first felt it: the sensation of being watched. I turned, but could see no one.

"Huh. Must've been my imagination."

I put the shoe down and moved onto the next. It was some strappy monstrosity, encrusted with pink plastic jewels. Would an actual person wear this? My mind boggled at the possibility. I took out my phone, planning to take a picture for posterity, when I felt it again.

I whipped around. It had to be real! I couldn't have imagined it twice! I scanned the department, then crouched and jogged to the end of the rack. This was serious, now. I needed to hide my position. I thrust my head out into the aisle, glancing to and fro. Still, I saw no one. Where were all the other patrons? Had they, too, felt as if they were being watched? Had they all fled in fright? Well, I would not be frightened, oh no. I would find this mysterious watcher and let them know that I knew about them.

I rolled to the end of the next rack, then the next, then the next. When I reached the intersection of my aisle and another, I closed my eyes and took a deep, soothing breath.

"You can do this, Belinda. Just stay clam."

My head against the rack, I slowly peered around the edge, taking care to remain hidden. It was then that I saw her. She was looking all about, brow furrowed, hands twisting together. She went up on tip-toe to glance over the racks, then sank into a crouch and dodged back and forth like a lizard/human hybrid. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

No matter. The time had come to make my move.

When she turned in my direction, I leaped out into the aisle, throwing my arms above my head, spreading my legs and landing in a wide, open stance.

"HA!" I shouted.

She startled, nearly falling over, and her frightened gaze met my own. Brown eyes; dark brows; straight, blond, slightly tousled hair. Her nose was strong, her jaw angular, her chin split by a small cleft. The harsh light of the store glinted off the studs that held open the holes in her ears.

Holy shit.

It all came back to me, then. The day in the parking lot. The night at the bar. The public restroom. The restaurant. The park. My first day on the job. The day I'd signed my lease. My college graduation. Camping. The Halloween party. The morning I moved into the dorms.

This woman had been following me for at least seven years.

The air rushed by me and I struck the floor with a terrible crack. The air was knocked from my lungs, and I heard and felt something crunch. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was her face, hovering over mine, smiling.

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