At school yesterday, I realized that I was being stalked. In the copy room in the morning, I could feel the unwelcome presence. In my classroom, later that day, I sensed something in the room with me. Everytime I turn around, I get the feeling that something just ducked out of sight. Behind that pillar, around the corner, but always, always following me. The footsteps get closer. Everyone around me has succombed to this stalker . . . do I stand alone? Am I the last survivor?
Stay tuned to see if I, too, surrender to the first cold of the school year.