The last few days had been very busy for Sara, trying to balance both college and her job working at the local library. She never really had much time for anything else even dating. She didn't mind this much though because often nights after closing up and making sure the doors were locked in the library she would bury herself with one of the numerous books from the romance and even sometimes when feeling a bit naughty the erotica section. She would not have to worry about someone lying to her or cheating on her or even hitting her like her father used to. Thankfully now out on her own she was away from that all, until one day...
Sara never really took time to notice her surrounding, there were tons of books to put away being so near a college it was constant work, never a break. She was shy and did not talk much with the other workers around the library. This did not go unnoticed by a new stranger onto the college campus. He was drawn to her shyness and beauty, nobody had ever given her this type of attention and Sara didn't even seem to notice. This only made him want her more and more.
He started out cautiously passing by her a few times in the library but never speaking a word, just enjoying her scent. Sara would continue about her work, not even lifting her head as she passed. Soon enough this stranger became more and more bold. Being such a large library it was quite easy to hide out and stick around after Sara would close up the doors for the day. He quickly learned nights she would close alone and what she would do after hours. He found it especially entertaining on nights she would venture into the erotica section. She had been working on a particular book for quite a few nights in this section. After a few nights of sneaking around being careful and staying far away he was able to determine which book she had been reading. It was time to push things further he slipped a short note into the book she had been reading. It read: "I know your secret adventures at night and I know you ache to feel a real mans touch." It was brief but he knew it would do the trick.
The next night after closing Sara made her nightly trek over to the book she had been reading. What was this? There was a single piece of paper sticking out from the very same book. She pulled it out slowly and read it. Her mouth dropped open and she quickly spun around searching to see if anyone was there. She was terrified and slightly aroused at the same time by the note. Fighting within herself she quickly threw the book back in its place and searched about the library to make sure she was alone. The stranger had made sure to remain quiet and hidden as he watched her search about. She grabbed her things and quickly made her way out the door unsure of what to do. Should she call campus security? Refuse to close alone or continue her regular ways assuming it was just a harmless prank from another immature college student.
Reluctantly the next night she decided to come in as usual. She begged her co-worker to stay a bit late tonight but she refused and told Sara it was just in her head and she had not seen anyone around. That's when it hit Sara, she knew this pranksters hiding place and it had to be in the men's restroom. Grabbing the thickest book she could find she quietly crept toward the restrooms. She pushed the door open slowly as to not alert anyone and moved inside. Trying to sound confident she voiced "I know someone is in here come out before I call security!" There was no response; she did not hear a thing so she moved toward the stalls. She tried to peak under the doors but knowing someone could easily be standing on a seat she had to look inside. She started with the closest stall slowly pushing it open. Nobody was there. She continued to the only other stall and peered inside, empty. She laughed to herself it was just a prank and what the hell was she going to do if someone was there? Beat them with a book? She shook her head and walked back out into the library. Looking up she thought for a moment she saw a shadow move. Frozen in fear she looked about was her mind playing tricks on her now?
Suddenly there was a thud; it came from near the front doorway. She quickly made it over to the phone and picked it up to call for security but there was no dial tone.
"Great, just great she thought." Her cell phone was all the way up at the front counter where the sound had originated from. She moved behind the row of computers and tried to make her way forward. It was not easy to do in a skirt as it was starting to ride up high on her legs. Ducking behind the counter up front she looked around and grabbed her purse. She fumbled around inside looking for her phone, it was gone. Now in a panic she dumped out her purse hoping to find her keys. They were missing as well; she had already locked up the doors and had no way out now. Another sound, this time closer as if someone had dropped a book. "Who's there," she called out. There was no answer. She moved toward the sound and saw him. "Who are you, give me back my phone." "My boyfriend will come looking for me," she lied.
"Your voice is trembling and I know you're lying," he called back. She started to back up and quickly spun around running down the next aisle of books. He moved after her and she turned back to see him following. What she did not see was the pile of books he had stacked in that next aisle. She slammed hard into them and fell onto the floor. He had caught her there was nothing she could do.
Cowering in the pile of books she asked again, "who are you?"
"My name is Chris," he said back. "The better question is who are you pretending to be?"
