Only a figment of your Imagination

This short story is written by Choco Soong and rightfully belongs to her.
No copying or distributing to public without written permission from the creator as listed above.
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Now, this is a short little story, just to introduce my new character.

Comments are welcomed, appreciated and loved~ <3>

*Ps: Forgive me if there are any Grammar Mistakes*

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There she is… That girl… What was her name…?

Ah yes... It’s Leanne. That 19 year old girl is getting ready to go get her daily Coffee from Starbucks. I bet it’s the usual, Café Au Lait.

I creep up to her. After all, I was assigned to follow her. It’s my last day. She’s turning 20 years old tomorrow. So, in short, I’m going to give her Hell today.

There she is, ordering coffee. You’ve got to admit, she has a lovely voice. She’s got lovely hair too. All Auburn, and wavy.

She doesn’t realize I’m right beside her. She points at the Café Au Lait picture on the Menus. Didn’t I tell you?!

The waiter is giving her the coffee. Leanne is throwing flirty glances at him. Ooh, the guy’s smitten!

She is paying out now. Oh wait; she’s also passing the guy a piece of paper. It’s her number! Ooh, I wish I could follow her longer to see how these two people work out.

She’s holding the coffee extra carefully. She doesn’t want her coffee tipped again. I tip it two times a week. She doesn’t know I do it. Instead, she thinks she has Parkinson’s disease. She isn’t the type that believes in people like me.

I reach out slowly to her cup and push it over after she gulps down half the cup. Her eyes go all big and round. I laugh a little, and move out of the way.

She kneels down and picks up her cup, swearing in the most colourful language I’ve ever heard of.

She stands up and dumps the cup into a bin. She’s still swearing. Hey, at least I let her drink half of it before I tipped it!

I actually feel a little sad. That cup of coffee is actually quite costly… Oh well, I don’t want to get fired do I?

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She’s at her desk now. She’s twirling her hair as she talks to her friends. Her bottle catches my eye. Oh, I should throw it to the guy in front of her... As I reach out to her bottle, her teacher walks in. I grumble and shrink back.

Her necklace! That necklace belonged to her grandmother and it was her prized possession. If I could just get hold of it… And hide it until the end of the day…

Damn, she moved away. Oh, she’s gone to the toilet! And she left her bag. Even better… I move towards her bag and steal her… Ooh! Her wallet. Oh wait… Leanne would never call it her “Wallet”. She would’ve called it… The Prada Wallet.

I sneak it out and tuck it away. Oh, she’s coming back. I shrink away…

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She’s out of school now. She’s walking towards her car. I grin in spite of myself. I stride towards her and laugh into her ear.

She stiffened. She turned around, but saw no one. I laugh again, this time, a bit more evilly.

She licks her lips nervously. She’s trembling. I pat my pocket, where her wallet was. Where should I put it…?

Her shivering arm reaches into her bag as she fiddles for her wallet. She needs to pay her parking fees, I realize. I float towards the boot of the car and lay her wallet there. I whistle, and she turns around, seeing her wallet on the boot.

She furrows her brows and grabs the wallet. She pulls out a bundle of coins and pushes them into the machine. She opens the car door and drives off.

I shrug and let myself follow the car.

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It’s 8 P.M.. Leanne is getting ready for her normal Friday night clubbing. Perfect. I guess I’ve got some glasses to throw at people.

I sit at the back seat as quietly as possible. I look at her handbag attentively. I know that her phone is in there. Maybe I could make it ring…

‘Leanne, you’ve got a call. Pick up! Pick up!’ Her phone sings her ring tone.

She’s picking up the phone. It’s still ringing. I grinned and concentrated on the ring tone. Suddenly, the ring tone changed.
‘Leeee-annn… It’s meeeeeeee… Piiiccckkk upppp theeeeee phonnnne…’ The phone calls out in a slow slurred voice.

Her eyes widen. It’s always fun to see her eyes enlarge. I lean back on my seat and grin. She picks up her phone. She’s getting straight to the “Who’s there?” part.

I send a croak into her earpiece. She’s freaking out. The phone croaks in reply again. She’s asking who it is again. I send a quiet “I am watching you.” into the earpiece.

Her knuckles had turned white from grabbing the phone too tight. Almost immediately, she hangs up the phone. I start smirking.

We’re at the club now. She’s still a little freaked out. But she’ll be alright after a couple of drinks.

She’s ordering her normal Cocktail. She’s sipping it slowly. She’s also clutching tightly. She’s trembling. She seems traumatized. I make her hands shiver more by stroking my cold finger on it.

Goosebumps are forming on her hands now. I grin as I reach out to her glass. I applied little pressure on it, and it shatters. She screams. She shrieks about ghosts and being haunted.

She’s going crazy. Two big guys are dragging her away now. I grab an empty cup and pelt it over her shoulder. She turns around, looking frantically.

I grin at her. Her eyes widen again. She screams again. It’s ear-piercing, even above the raving music. She’s frantically kicking at the man’s legs. The man lets go of her arm to rub his leg.

She points at me. I straighten my back and smirked at her. She’s screaming the word “Stalker” over and over again.

She’s seen me before by accident. A few weeks ago, I made myself noticed. I continue to smirk at the crazy girl.

All heads turn to me, but I have nothing to fear. No one sees me. Only she does. Everyone turns back to her. And I creep away into the shadows.

I hear her screams. I hear her bawling. I know she’s being dragged away again. I grin as I relish her fear and panic. I’m not feeling any bad. I’ve done my job. It’s my job to make people that way.

All in a day’s work for a guy like me.
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All in a day’s work for a Poltergeist.

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Thank you for reading. I love you if you comment.

Please read the story "Okaeri", that is also posted here.

Okaeri is written by Choco, but plot is created by K.

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