Stalker Neighbor

As you woke up, you found yourself glancing over at the blinds that blocked out all but a few thin streams of morning sun. There was a good reason why they were shut, as they were everyday. That reason was Sandy Pierce, your stalker of a next door neighbor. Sandy was 25 and had apparently graduated college, what for was a different question. With short brown hair, green eyes, and a petit and curvy figure, she was rather cute. Sandy moved in just after you started high school and from there things strafed getting weird. Almost every time you looked out your window, you'd see her watching you from across the way, occasionally jotting down notes. When you were out doing lawn work, you could feel her eyes on you then too. You tried to tell your mother, but she claimed Sandy was a nice girl and blamed it on the sexual fantasies of a teenage boy.

"Ugh...one more year and I'm done," You groan as you stand up out of bed. Sandy was hardly ever up at this hour, so you could at least enjoy the morning sun. Opening up your blinds you nearly had a heart attack.

'Come over to my house, John <3 -SP'

The words were carved into the morning autumn frost on your window, a careful feminine cursive handwriting. By the time you got your pants on, woke your mother, and brought her to your room the text had melted away with the frost. She simply congratulated you on actually cleaning your room and said she was headed out shopping.

Now left alone in the house, you debated your options. Maybe if you went all this would be resolved...on the other hand, just how crazy was this girl, if you stayed was she going to break in. Pacing back and forth for a solid five minutes, you finally made a decision, unaware of the girlish fate that awaited in Sandy's house.