Trapped By The Phantom: His Little Lamb

n, completely unaware of the predator above. I checked the locks on the door three times.

myself it was over. I had destroyed the phone. I h

y back row, my hood up, my head down. I tried to focus o

ly jumped out of my seat. I pulled i

known number. Not the bu

day, Little Lamb.

my desk to steady myself. He had my rea

of faces. No one was looking at me. Everyone was focused

ess gesture, but it made me feel like I was doing somethi

zzed again. A new unknown numb

was taken from outside the building, through the window. My ho

d: "Blocking me

n. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the

r an hour before an officer finally called me into his office. I told him everythi

, college pranks are common. Without a specific threat of violence, the

, my voice cracking. "He took a

ding me a pamphlet on campus safety. "If he mak

y was. The creep calling me 'Little Lamb'? Or Dean Gibbs, who used the fake name 'Crane' in fancy restaurants and watched me like I was

I ate for breakfast. He knew what I was wearing. He knew when I left the dorm and when

red. I stopped going to the dining hall. I stopped going

her. If I told her, she would tell Dean, and I couldn't deal with him right n

e. Hannah grew distant, hurt by my re

under the hot water, trying to wash away the constant feeling of being dirty, of being

back to my room. Hannah was asleep. The room was

t, my stomach drop

ks warm. Enjoy

nish beneath my feet. He was watching me in the bathroom.

d it at the wall. The screen shattered, the plastic casing cr

. She saw me standing there, dripping wet, shaking,

he asked, jumping out of

ing free. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I was te

o her shoulder. "He's everywhere. He

arms strong and warm. "W

. "He calls himself... h

r face hard with anger

, the police. I told her how I had been living in fear for a w

bed her own phone off the nightstand