A throwaway comment on a thread about regrets led to a random message that honestly freaked me out until I remembered the comment. That’s led to me thinking about what happened and I thought I’d try and write about it. It’s been a while since I did anything like this so please, be nice.
It was the late noughties, I was not quite 20 and I was living with friends while going to university. I’m a short curvy woman, naturally my hair is brunette, but back then I was a bit slimmer, my haircut short and dyed blonde. I was heading home after finishing a night shift that had run overly long. I was tired, grumpy and looking forward to curling into a ball and sleeping for the rest of the day.
I got home and had the house to myself as my housemates had gone off to their lectures. I grabbed a quick shower and was just getting out when there was a knock at the door. Covering myself in a towel, I answered the door to find George standing there holding a toolbox. George was the youngest son of our landlord, somewhere in his mid twenties, brown eyes, black hai, probably not quite six foot, but he still towered over me.