I lock up the library and head to my car in the parking lot. The library closes at four in the afternoon so it's very sunny out. However, I feel an eerie sensation that I'm being watched. I have a tendency to be paranoid but I trust my instincts, I stop abruptly a few feet from my car and look around.

I take in the scene around me. My library is behind me. The parking lot is empty. Across the street is a small row of homes. I look up the street and there are some cars driving by and a lady walking her dog this way. Everything seems normal, but it feels off. I can't shake this feeling. I decide to pause a little longer and look at my phone.

It's been ten minutes since I locked up. I being to feel sheepish. What am I waiting for? Then the lady and her dog walk by. She smiles at me but her dog begins to bark wildly at my car. The lady picks up her small lap dog, "Banjo. Bad boy. Common, let's go home." As she walks away, I glance back to my car. I wonder what made her dog act that way?

I cautiously being walking to my car and there is nothing suspicious that I can see. I circle my car. Look inside. Nope. No murderer in the back seat. I decide to check under the car. I do have a tendency to be paranoid. When I look under my car, I see something. What is that? I reach under my car for a piece of cloth. When I pull it out, it's a black hoodie. What the hell? What are the odds it belongs to that guy from a moment ago? I stand up in a flash and look around again. Still a bright and sunny day with nothing out of the ordinary happening. Okay, I'm getting out of here.

I throw the sweater away, get in my car and drive off. Nothing really happened, yet that black hoodie under my car was creepy as hell. I'm still anxious, so I decide to stop at a convenience store to buy a snack or something. Honestly. I am worried I'm being followed. I want to make a stop to see if I notice anyone watching me. Bonus, I'll buy myself some ice cream for a treat. Maybe my tendency to be paranoid is a burden?

I pull up to the store and park close to the entrance. I walk in and the clerk greets me. "Welcome." I walk in and wave, " Thanks. " I love living in a small town, everyone is so kind.

I walk to the ice cream case. Now, what am I in the mood for?

I hear the clerk greets someone, "Welcome". The next moment there was a loud crash and I heard the clerk cry out. I turn around to see what's happening but a shelve of soft drinks comes crashing towards me. I try to get out of the way but I get pinned to the ice cream case. This hurts. The weight of all these bottles and the shelve is crushing me. I can't breathe. I think I'm gonna pass out.