He was creeping around the campus. This older man who looked all too familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place him. It was a small town, so everyone looked familiar. But this man was a creep, I could feel his nasty vibes from far away.
He'd pass by my box office from time to time, leering at me for far too long, making my blood run cold.
One day, he entered my office, without an invitation.
"You're really quite talented. I come watch you in all your shows. You're really good you know." He was oozing perversion, his eyes were wicked with lust.
"Who are you, do I know you??" I asked, frozen with fear and disgust.
"No, but I know you. I'm usually in the front row. It must be nice to be so small town famous!" He inched towards me, entirely too close for my comfort.
"Please leave my office, right now." I insisted, sick in the pit of my stomach.
He slithered out without another word. But he'd pass by every once in a while after that. Fucking creeper!!
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