A real nightmare.- part 3

That voice.
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I remember when, five years ago, after a hard day at high school, I came back home. When I entered, my mother told me that a friend of my father came to stay the whole afternoon with us.

I left my backpack in my roon and then, I went to the kitchen. I said hello to my father and to the weird and freaky looking man. He was probably fourty years, was tall, fat and ugly.
The hours passed. Each second I felt more and more overwhelmed and Iwas feeling too uncomfortable.This man, whose name is Aleksey, had been looking at me since my father introduced us.
I tried to excuse myself several times but it was in vain, Alek noticed what I was trying to do and asked me something so I would spend more time with him.
I didn’t like this man at all. He scared me.
A shiver ran down my body everytime that his bluish eyes fixed on mine. I must admith that his eyes were beautiful, the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen, but everytime our eyes met, I suddenly felt quite cold. Moreover, his voice was deep and horrific, impossible to forget.
Finally, when it was eight o’clock, he left our home.
I felt much better when I realized he wasn’t in the house anymore.
Anyhow, I went to bed a little earlier. I was exhausted. In gym class we had run for thirty minutes non-stop, and the rest of the hour, we had done some pushups.
The next day was a Saturday. I remember that I met with a friend to do some Japanese homework together.
After putting on my coat, I went out.
I started walking to the bus stop. I was walking for five or ten minutes when I felt like someone was following me. I turned around and nobody was there. Maybe I was becoming crazy. I decided not to think anymore about that and kept on walking. That is when I heard some footsteps behind me. I stopped off on the way and so the footsteps did.  I walked again and I could hear  how the footsteps set out again. Now I was a hundred per cent sure. Someone was chasing me.
I was feeling really scared, frightened. What should I do? I started to run. So did the person who was after me. I couldn’t help shouting because of the fear. It was the first time in my whole life I felt so insecure, in danger.
 -Ashira.- someone was calling me.
I recognized that voice. It couldn’t be happening. Why Aleksey was running after me?
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I have never imagined that after five years, I would meet Aleksey again.