It was Abby, and I knew instantly something was wrong. She was breathing heavily, or nervously.
“I’m being followed!” She gasped.
“Where are you?” I said, already hurrying towards the door, shoving my feet into sandals.
“I’m coming. Be there in a tick. Just keep walking!”
I switched off the phone, grabbed my keys and slammed the door, taking the stairs two at a time.
My mind was racing as I turned onto Station Road and saw Abby coming towards me on her way home from work. I could also see a dark hooded figure behind her.
Her face was pale and rigid. I ran and caught her arm, just as the man reached us. I saw surprise or confusion in his eyes as he saw me. Shielding her, spinning her around, he brushed by me instead.
I felt a thud as he hit me heavily in the back. Both Abby and I toppled into the bushes. Abby started screaming, and the man ran off.
Something was wrong.
“Oh God!” Abby’s shrill voice penetrated my now fuddled brain as she scrambled to her feet.
I tried to get up, but couldn’t.
Front doors opened and people came over to us. I didn’t feel too good and touched my back. Blood.
Did I mention the silent phone calls on the house phone recently? Then, of course, the brick and razor blades and now this.