story promptA girl is irritated that some guy seems to have been following her all day. But when he unexpectedly protects her from a strange creature, she learns something shocking.


I stopped. Put my hands on my hips. Spun around.

Why are you following me?” I pinned the young guy with a deadly glare. He was several metres away, just crossing the street I had crossed about 10 seconds before.

He looked taken aback. His eyes went wide.

“Don’t try to deny it,” I yelled at him. “I’ve noticed you since this morning. Creep.”

He glanced around him, as if unsure whether or not I was talking to him. He glanced curiously at me and then pointed to himself, an eyebrow raised quizzically. It was kind of comical.

“Yes, of course you! Who else would I be speaking to?” We were on an empty street.

He took a few steps towards me.

“Stop right there, buddy. I’ve learnt self-defence. I can and will hurt you if you try to touch me.”

He chuckled at that, which made me angrier. He thought girls were easy targets, did he? I’d show him a thing or two.

He took one more step, but stopped about two metres away from me. Out of punching range, unfortunately. I continued to glare at him.

“You can see me?”

I snorted and gave him my are you an idiot look. “Uh, yeah.”


I shook my head. “Listen, what do you want?”

He smiled. For some reason, his smile made me giddy and all gooey inside. “Nothing.”

“Then why have you been following me all day?” I growled. Why was I suddenly feeling this way? Sure, the guy was a looker – short, dark brown hair, stunning green eyes and a body that he obviously spent time getting into shape – but he was a stalker, not some guy I fancied at work.

He scratched his head. “I honestly don’t have an answer for you that will sound believable and not creepy.”

“Who are you?”

His smile turned sheepish. “Another question that I can’t answer without sounding like I’m crazy.”

I huffed. “Whatever. Will you stop following me at least?”

“I can’t.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You are really starting to bug me.”

He looked slightly apologetic. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped, frowning.

Without me realising how he’d got there, he was suddenly right beside me, so close that his chest was touching my shoulder.

“Hey!” I took a step away from him, but he followed. “Cut it out!”

“This is a lot easier when you can’t see me,” he muttered.

I froze, eyes wide as a golden dagger appeared in his hand. Where had that come from? More importantly, what was he planning on doing with it?

Panic started bubbling up in my chest. Think! What self-defence did I know that would help in this situation?

A red shadow flashed past us, jerking me out of my panic attack. Fear replaced the panic. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a ghostly red shape. It wasn’t very big, about waist-height, but it looked like an oddly-formed squirrel. A squirrel with demonic horns sprouting from it’s head.

“Wh-what is that thing?”

My stalker moved between me and the demon-squirrel, crouching into a fighting stance, the golden dagger gripped in his hand. I noticed another dagger in his other hand, this one ebony black.

The demon-squirrel screeched. My ears protested and I clapped my hands over them. It darted to the side, angling for me. It was my turn to shriek.

The stranger was in front of the squirrel in an instant, the black dagger moving so fast, I didn’t even see it pierce the creature.

In a red cloud, the demon-squirrel disappeared.

My stalker turned to face me, daggers gone. Where does he hide those?

“What was that?” I demanded.

“A spirit of anger and fear. It sensed your emotions and tried to attach itself to you. It’s how they feed.”

“Gross. Wait, a spirit?”

He looked me in the eye. “Yes. They are everywhere. Not all of them are bad.” He took a deep breath. He was about to tell me something big, I could tell.

“I’m your spirit guide.”

I think I’m on a roll, lately. I’ve liked all the ones I’ve come up with in the last few days! 🙂

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