It was a bit late in the night when Mary decided to take out the trash, to the community trash dumpsite that was not too far from where she lived, she was humming a song to herself while trying hard not to think about her pathetic life until she got the feeling that she was being watched.
At first, she didn't put much thought into it, because she wasn't the only person that was in the street, so eventually when she was done at the trash site and was now going back home.
The next direction she took which she figured was way more easier, made her understand what it really felt like to be on edge. Someone is following her.
The worst part of it all was that the path which she took was lonely. It was just her alone, with her heightened senses that was screaming loud at her, that she has a stalker or a kidnapper. She didn't care to know who exactly it was, because there's no way Marisa would scare the living hell out of her if she wanted to meet her.
