ADADespite the feeling of confidence that had washed over me last night when I spotted the stalker, I still feel quite uneasy now. I can't help but hate that I left my hometown for the city, only to experience the same thing. It feels as though my entire life has changed since I got to know about the supernatural world.I pondered, damn it, my ears filtering away the sound of the drill gun.This flat is the same place where I have stayed for a long time. Throughout all of my time here, working at the office, I have never before felt unsafe. But last night, I remember waking up thrice to check if my windows and doors were still locked. It's crazy, right? My whole life seems insane and it feels like it's just one thing after another, with no end in sight.It's so damn annoying.As I stand in my apartment with the man I hired to reinforce my doors and windows, I can't help but feel content with myself for calling him in. If nothing else, his confidence in helping me out is quite satisfy

TYLERIt was a moment that always brought a sense of dread upon me - the packing of my bags for any sort of travel. And yet, as 8:26 pm rolled around and I had just finished dinner, I couldn't help but feel the familiar rush of adrenaline that comes with last-minute preparations.Sat in the living room with Grandpa, watching the news, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the impending trip I had planned for tomorrow. Ada was waiting for me in the city, and I couldn't wait to spend time with her. She had been all I could think about lately, and the thought of finally getting to see her in person after not being able to see her in quite a while was gratifying. Or so it felt to me, at least. As the news reports droned on, I finally excused myself and headed to my room, knowing fully well what awaited me. Lying on the bed, I ran my fingers over the covers, trying to muster up the courage to begin packing.It was almost as if time stood still as I prepared myself mentally for this ta

ADAYou know, today is a good day. A truly good one, I must say.As I slowly opened my eyes, the vibrant rays of the morning sun seeped through the narrow gaps in my curtains, cascading onto my face like a tender embrace. The warmth filled me with an indescribable sense of joy and contentment. Standing in front of the mirror, toothbrush in hand, I couldn't help but laugh at the wide, whimsical grin that reflected back at me.The question arises, why such a penetrating happiness consumed me in the early hours of the day. So many reasons played their part, intertwining harmoniously to create a symphony of sheer bliss. Perhaps it was the sheer beauty of nature awakening, with the sun's golden fingers stretching across the horizon, painting a breathtaking masterpiece of hues that danced in perfect harmony with the waking world.Or maybe, just maybe, it was the lingering scent wafting through the air, a delightful fusion of floral notes and sweet undertones that embraced my senses. As I to

ADASo we were at the beach. Why? Well, I told Tyler that it had been quite a while since I went to the beach and he said, "Well, let's go right now.""Look," he said pointing at a bird flying just above us, "my grandma used to teach me about birds.""Oh, she seemed to have taught you everything."Biting his lower lip, though not looking at me, he said, "Well, there's a lot I learnt by myself."Since we came we have barely sat down. We just kept walking, talking non-stop.As I walked hand in hand with Tyler along the sandy shores of the beach, as it always seems to be, a sense of peace washed over me. The gentle breeze of the ocean carried the faint scent of saltwater, mingling with the invigorating aroma of the ocean. The radiant sun dipped lower in the sky, its golden beams gracefully caressing the surface of the water, creating a kaleidoscope of shimmering hues that danced before my eyes. It was a scene straight out of a dream, a paradise reserved for only the best of dreams.Now,

ETHANAs I sat in the stillness of my room, the memory lingered, entangling itself in the corners of my mind. Like an echo, it reverberated through my thoughts, refusing to be silenced. Each time I pushed it away, it only grew stronger, demanding my attention.I found myself retracing the sequence of events, examining every detail as though with a magnifying lens. What had seemed insignificant in the moment now held an undeniable weight, pulling me deeper into its grasp. I tried to label it as a passing thought, dismissing it as mere imagination, but the truth whispered softly in the recesses of my consciousness—I couldn't lie to myself, not this time.The more I resisted, the more the memory expanded, filling the vast expanse of my mind. It played on a loop, like a broken record, each repetition etching the moment deeper into my soul. Doubt crept in, its icy tendrils wrapping around my heart, questioning my own perception. Was I overthinking? Was this just a figment of an overactive