Blind Boy

It all started about a blind boy who was stalked by this girl. She stalked him simply because she had an interest in him and never met a blind person before.

To her, he looked a year older than her age. She hadn't meant to follow him all the way to his house but her legs forced her, and her brain was just curious. She thought she was secretive and wouldn't be noticed by him, until he stopped.
"You've been following me for quite a while now what do you want?" his sharp voice questioned.

She didn't really know what to say or how to react; how could she be caught by a blind boy?
She stammered nervously "I...Uh." The sound of silence killed beating so loud.

He continued to walk and stopped in front of house; he fished out his keys from his leather jacket and unlocked the door. His house looked ordinary- unwelcomed blood red paint, windows that looked like it hasn't been opened for years- and strange.
The cold wind pushed her back a few steps.

"Come inside, its cold outside." He walked in, in a creepy manner.
She walked in and shut the door behind her, it felt a little bit colder inside the house. Each step she took the floor creaked like a mouse.
"Hello. Are you here? Where are you?" She blurted, her throat began to throb intensely all of a sudden.
A faint noise came from upstairs; she just had to check it out. She silently walked up the stairs and into a long hallway. The hallway was just as creepy as the whole house. There were many doors but she decided to open the door far east from the hallway.

She quickly burst open door, and in front of her was a half-naked girl in the shower. The girl didn't scream, neither did the half-naked girl didn't either. They both seemed to be paralyzed in their positions.

"Would you please close the door?" She commanded, furiously.
There was nothing to do but slam the door shut and forget what she had seen. She turns and in a flash he had appeared in front of her.
His eyes were a stormy gray color; they were amazing because there were no pupils to be seen in them. His hair was a black mess that looked cute in a way. His skinny body was as long as a pole.
His hands reached out to my waist and wrapped on to it.
"Your beautiful, Annika" His warm breath tickled my ear. Our bodies were crunched together; I could feel his rock hard chest under that plaid shirt. He made me feel like the only girl in the world.

"How do you know my name?" Annika asked him. When she said this his hands broke away from me and he walked right past Annika.
"It's late, why don't you go home."
That's it? Come on, seriously? What just happened?