Follow Her

Something about Carrie seems off. You want to know what it is. You let her leave and follow her out.

She walks briskly her high heels clacking against cement sidewalks. You follow far enough behind to stay hidden. The area gets a bit seedier, but she seems unconcerned. You hide behind some trash cans.

She stops and begins talking to a scantily clad girl on the corner. The girl is caramel skinned and a bit plump. They seem to reach some sort of agreement and Carrie begins to follow her.

They duck down a narrow alley.

You wait, frozen in indecision. Ten minutes later Carrie emerges from the alley, licking what looks like blood off her lips.

She turns toward where you are hiding.

“You can come out now, Nick. I know you’re there.”

You emerge from your hiding spot.

“Such a naughty boy, following me. You’re lucky I like naughty boys.”

“Carrie, what just…”

“Look into my eyes, Nick.”

“Carrie, you…need…to…tell…me…tell…me…”

You feel completely lost in her eyes.

“Relax, Nick. I’m really happy you escorted me home.”

“I escorted you home?”

“Yes, you were quite the gentleman. Now that I’m safe you need to run along home and get some sleep.”

“Yes, get home, go to sleep.”

“Good boy. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

You make it home, happy knowing you escorted Carrie safely to her place. You lay down slightly puzzled about the nights events.

You wake up to the buzzing of your alarm.