I loved writing horror stories. It was my passion. Never did I think I would live one. We first met at the library. He had dirty blonde hair and he moved from where he was sitting to sit next to me. He seemed genuinely kind as he watched me write and brainstorm ideas for my readers. When I started going to the library every day, so did he. We would talk some more and laugh. 

But my friendliness towards him soon came to a halt. My facebook had flashed that I had a new message. It was him. I did not have any pictures of myself, nor was I from this area. I had no idea how he had found my facebook. Did he just search every Danielle Nguyen on the site?

Hesitant, I did not reply. I even avoided the library for a few days. He would send the same message over and over on a daily basis. Are you there? I am interested in you. 

My roommates assured me I had nothing to worry about. They even walked with me to the library. The messages continued and the last one he sent chilled us all to the bone. I saw you on White Street. I am guessing you live there. 

Had he followed me from the library that day? I felt unnerved and paranoid. My roommates had to go work on a project that night. I assured them I would be fine and to go finish their work.

I turned off the lights and was able to drift off to sleep. A loud creak waked me from my slumber. I sat up in the darkness. In the shadows, I could see someone. 

I was too afraid to move. Did they know I was there? In a voice, I had recognized he whispered, "Are you afraid of the dark?"