She first saw him in the park, and as she passed she felt his eyes. Three days later he was on the tube, watching her from behind a newspaper. Two days after that he sat in her accustomed chair in the library. Then he seemed to be everywhere she went, and his peculiar reddish brown eyes haunted her sleep.
Even then she might have managed to tell herself he was harmless, except that he put his thin, cold hand on the nape of her neck.
The mark it left was red and livid.
Almost as red as his gushing blood…