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File #012: Stalkings (By James Hetfield) °
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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Although most people might not understand it, nor
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recognise it, but a walk down an old familiar path can really
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change the rest of your life as you know it.
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Now that my friend drives, I seldomly walk to his
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house in the middle of the night. This night, however, he
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wasn't really in the mood to get up and give me a ride there.
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I had to roam to his house, which was about fifteen minutes
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away.
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It was a cold and brisk night, but nothing like how
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cold it can get during the Chicago winters. There was no snow
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to be seen on the ground, but you could still see your
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breath. The streetlamps and oncoming cars lit up the night.
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As I walked down small streets and larger roads, I didn't feel
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too different. It wasn't until I got to my old junior high
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school that something strange happened.
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I was noticing a rustling behind me, and I looked
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back, but no one seemed to be there. At first, this didn't
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concern me much, but when I thought about how little this path
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is traveled at night, it began to bother me. I looked back
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again, yet still no one could be found. I looked forward and
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tried to convince myself that I wasn't worrying about someone
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perhaps following me. I kept walking down the small path that
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walks right down the center of the block into the fields
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behind the junior high school. Every day for four years
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straight, I took this same path to Golf Junior High School.
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Every day, it all felt the same, I'd go to school, get made
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fun of a lot, get yelled at by teachers saying I don't fulfill
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my 'potential', and go home an unhappy lot. But now I found
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myself walking towards this old school at night, in the cold,
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something I hadn't done for years. And I was being followed.
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I turned back again, and the sound seemed to be
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closer. I kept walking foward, a little faster than before.
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I saw the opening into the big soccer fields of Gold School,
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and the night was totally lit up by the lights of the factory
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adjacent to the school. Even in the middle of the night, the
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factory was as busy as little bees, trucks scooting around and
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making interesting noises, and smoke billowing out of the
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large chimneys. As I finally got to the mouth of the path, I
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saw the school with all its lights on, like it always is at
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night.
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As I turned and followed the path that led right to
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the school, I began to walk even faster, hoping when he came
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out of the path by the trees I'd be far enough away in a wide
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open area that I could see him clearly and safely. But I
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wasn't quick enough, for the sound was still gaining ground on
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me. It would be soon when he would catch up to me.
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I had to think fast. I'd feel really silly If I broke
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off running right now, because chances are this was just my
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imagination playing tricks on me, that this was just a deer
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taking a brisk stroll in peaceful Morton Grove. I decided
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once I got to the street in front of the school, I would
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either cross the street as fast as my legs could take me, or,
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if the traffic did not permit, I would stand my ground and
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confront the follower.
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My luck was not with me. When I got to the street
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light, it was a newly turned green. And the cars were rushing
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by. I had very little choice but wait and see what happens.
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I took a deep breath as I turned around to view the oncoming
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stranger.
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His running shoes made a slow and rather loud seeming
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shuffle on the sidewalk in front of me. His ruffled jeans and
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his small, black jacket made a light friction noise as he
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approached. His rather long, brown hair was covering most of
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his face, but of what I could see, his blue, no, green eyes
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were staring directly into mine. He had a rather large smirk
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on his face.
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The stranger in front of me... was me. I hardly had
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time to react before he pulled the blade from his pocket and
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ripped open a tear into my soul that still has not healed. As
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I laid there bleeding, all I thought about was sleeping, is
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that I wanted to go to sleep, but he wouldn't even let me to
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that.
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³ .nfo: File: #012 Author: James Hetfield ³
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³ Size: 6585 Bytes Title: "Stalkings" ³
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