Gemotions

The screen door slammed shut, the sound echoing in Sarah's ears. "I'm right around the corner!" the message had read. Now she was trapped inside, a prisoner of her own curiosity. She looked around her apartment, a place of comfort, now seeming cold and stark.

She paced the length of her living room, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She imagined him, "NightOwl23," watching her from behind a tree, or a parked car. The familiar furniture seemed to mock her.

She peeked out the blinds, scanning the street. The ordinary world seemed filled with danger, or at least, the potential for it. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach, a physical manifestation of her mounting apprehension.