The slow oscillation of the head was a dead giveaway. Eliza stared at the emaciated-looking man with great fear---she had seen him before somewhere else, and that time, he was much rounder, well-fed, affluent. But now, his skin was sallow and yellow, hanging loose about his cheeks, his exposed forearms showing nothing more than his skin and bones, his eyeballs showing through the thin eyelids that were present.
He had been observing her for a while, she knew it. It was one of those sixth-sense moments; she couldn't explain how, but she just... knew that he had been eyeing her. He had once propositioned her, a long time ago, when he was still affluent. But she didn't like him then, and still didn't like him now---in him she sensed the presence of a great disturbance, a type of evil aura that was hard to fully explain away. It was more than the mere lecherous feel that many men gave her. She knew she attracted lots of attention due to the way she looked, but in him she felt that there was something devilish and unspeakable beneath that exterior.
That feeling worsened when she saw his current look. When he found her observing him observing her, a thin smile formed on his withering lips as his head continued its odd oscillation. Eliza started to panic, and quickly unlocked her door and entered it. Almost at once she could sense him running towards her. She slammed the heavy oaken door behind her and bolted it up, glad for once that there were no windows that did not have the ugly looking iron grilles.
She could hear the furious pounding on her door as she dialled the number to the police post that was in charge of the neighbourhood. The pounding grew incessant and was accompanied by loud shouts of her name.
The line went through and was picked up by the operator. Breathlessly, Eliza stated her location and her predicament, and the operator assured her that he would despatch a patrol officer to drop by and check out her problem. She thanked him and put the phone down.
The pounding carried on for a few more moments before it stopped completely.
(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 23-May-2014 21:38:11)
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