If you’re not 18 years or older, find something else to read. The following short story of approx. 4,000 words is an original work of fiction. Cassidy couldn’t escape the feeling she was being watched. A shiver of apprehension crawled up her spine and rattled her skull as she hurriedly walked home. The walking path was illuminated by the barest of street lamps — budget cuts within the city had eliminated bulb replacement — and it was her bad luck that she didn’t own a car and so had to walk home from the university. Normally, she enjoyed the time to herself to walk home. But lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that eyes were on her, watching her every move. Of course, the dreams didn’t help either. For the past week, she’d woken out of a deep, almost drugged sleep, sweat-soaked and achy as if eaten by a fever, and oddly, aroused. It was disconcerting and a bit embarrassing considering the men in her dreams weren’t exactly men but more like beasts. Thank God she lived alone.
