My Story Paranoia Essay Example

Now, for the past month, someone had been trailing her, stalking her every move. However, something inside Chloe warned her that things were about to deteriorate.

Since the attack, Chloe had undergone a transformation. She became easily startled, anxious and withdrawn.

She had woken up in tears and with loud screams multiple times. The emotional impact of just two minutes of her life was astonishing to her. Chloe, feeling unsure, looked around to make sure no one was watching her. But she still wasn't certain. She quickly went upstairs to check on her siblings' well-being and cautiously looked into their rooms to see if they were sleeping peacefully.

After feeling relieved, Chloe closed the door and contemplated her own paranoia. She yearned for someone to provide answers about her emotions and why she was the object of desire. Eventually, after an hour had gone by, Chloe found herself in the kitchen preparing a snack. The phone rang once more, however this time she felt slightly more calm.

'It's probably just my Mum, checking up on me again. No reason to be concerned,' she reassured herself as she reached the phone. The answer machine had just started recording when, once again, the caller was not who Chloe was expecting. This time, it was him. "Hey Chloe," spoke the gentle, hoarse voice.

Chloe was overwhelmed by an immobilizing fear that surged through her body like fire. She struggled to swallow and her heart raced.

"I noticed you walking home from school today. Who was the girl you were with?" Chloe said, her tone filled with panic. Her breathing became more and more difficult. 'Please, leave me alone. Spare me from this,' her mind

silently begged.

"Why aren't you picking up the phone? What's the matter? Don't you want to speak with me? I thought perhaps it would be nice for you to have someone to talk to, especially since you're all alone in that enormous house." Silence engulfed everything as Chloe stood still, unable to move.

"How does he know I'm alone? Oh God, please help me. I have to go somewhere, be with somebody," Chloe's eyes filled up with tears as she stood there, petrified. She didn't know what to do or where to go.

Another knock at the door and the phone rang again. "Aren't you going to answer the door?" It was him.

Chloe was in a state of overwhelm and nearing a breakdown. Her frustration led her to shout, "Leave me alone! Leave me alone!" The sound of her words echoed throughout the room and reached his ears. He was surprised by her outburst but responded calmly from the machine, saying, "But I thought you didn't want to be left alone." This infuriated Chloe even more, causing her to storm over and forcefully disconnect the plug from its socket. Once again, he knocked on the door. Feeling trapped and panicked, Chloe anxiously looked around in a frantic search for an escape route.

Recognizing the necessity of a strategy, she pondered her own imprudence regarding the dining room. "The French doors in the dining room!" she cried out. Another rap at the door urged Chloe to quickly head to the hallway. In that spot, she promptly assembled her mobile phone, car keys, purse, and coat. Hastily, she returned to the dining room, grappling with finding the appropriate key for

the French doors.

She arrived at the doors and exclaimed, 'Ah, I found it.' She put the key into the lock, turned it, and glanced upwards. Behind the glass, two eyes were glowing and staring back at her. These were the exact same eyes that she had encountered eight weeks ago during the attack.