Valentine’s Day and a Stranger

Isabella was an ordinary, cheerful girl who worked in a superstore. She was the prettiest young lady in the store and each person wanted to date her. However, at the age of 23, Isabella had no involvement with boys. She felt that she simply wasn't prepared to have a boyfriend. Isabella lived alone in a small town. 

One day, toward the beginning of February, Isabella was checking her Facebook account when she got a message from someone she didn't have the foggiest idea. He texted her with the name of "stranger" and he had no picture of himself on his profile. There was an image of a beautiful princess and a monster staring at her.

She read the message. It had been "Isabella, will you be my Valentine?" 

Isabella was a little surprised. She had no clue about what his identity was, so she just answered, "No thanks" and logged off. 

A couple of days after, she got another message from that stranger. 

It read: "Isabella, I like you. It might be ideal if you be my Valentine." 

Isabella concluded that the best thing she could do was not to reply to him. She didn't want to motivate him, so she just erased the message and went to sleep. On 14 February (Valentine's Day), Isabella logged into her Facebook account and a text was waiting for her.

It read: "I don't like you simply but I love you and that I want to make you my Valentine!" 

Now, Isabella’s hands were shivering and she was very scared. She needed to end this harassment, so she sent a furious answer. 

She replied, "Look, I don't know whoever you are, and furthermore I don’t want to know". "How’s it possible that you simply have fallen crazy in love with me? We have never met before. You're some pitiful, disgusting, lonely repulsive loser who has an excess of free time. I don't care for you creep. I don't like you and I won't ever be your Valentine!"

At that point, after 30 seconds she got another message. 

She read, "We'll see about that once I will come to your house. I will be able to cause you to my valentine tonight".

Isabella was horrified, she was alone at home. She called her colleague Tracy and told her about those terrifying messages. Tracy offered her that she will come to his house and stay with her tonight. She said, she would also bring her elder brother John with her. 

"John often goes for hunting and he has a Rifle," Don’t worry she said. " if something goes wrong, John can protect us. He is an amazing shooter." 

That evening, when it was getting dark, Tracy and her brother arrived at Isabella’s home. She was thrilled to see them and guided them inside.

They were having a delicious dinner when Isabella received a text on messenger. It was "I m coming".

They quickly finished their dinner and locked all the windows and doors securely.

John turned off all the lights and he ensured all the entryways and windows were safely bolted.

 John bent down on his knees in the darkened corridor, his trusty rifle closed by. He adjusted himself opposite the front entryway and pointed his rifle, prepared to fire anyone who attempts to get in. 

"You young girls better stand by upstairs," he said. "Try not to stress over anything. On the off chance that this yank turns up, he'll have to face me and my Gun first.

They both ran up the steps and locked themselves in the room. Sitting in the darkness they realized that they had left their cell phones on the dining table. 

All of sudden, they heard the sound of the front entryway opening. 

The young ladies froze. 

Three gunshots fired Bang…Bang..Bang and then a ghostly silence. 

Tracy and Isabella sat on the bed, too frightened to even think about saying a word. Their hearts were thumping quick and they were practically reluctant to breathe. The situation was insufferable. 

After a short time they heard a fragile voice outside the room, murmuring, "Bella? Bella?" 

The young ladies were gripping one another, shaking in dread. 

Isabella attempted to speak. "Is… Is he dead?" she murmured. 

Abruptly the entryway opened and a dark shadow entered the room. Tracy turned on the electric lamp quickly. They saw it was an old person with wrinkled skin, a beard, and a bald head 

"Yes Honey, he's dead," the man laughed. 

At that point, he raised his hand and with a meat knife he cut off Tracy's head. Isabella felt her companion's blood sprinkle against her cheek. She shouted terribly and tumbled to her knees. 

"Why you did this to me? Why?" she cried. "For what reason?". 

The man came closer to her and with a crazy smile he replied, 

“Because you are my valentine”.