It was the normal routine for me- wake up, get ready, work for hours, go home, eat, and sleep. By ‘normal routine,’ I mean ‘painfully repetitive routine.’ I’ve been walking home from work lately, mostly because my car needs to get fixed and partly because I didn’t want to have to pay for a cab, I have a low paying job and I live by myself since my parents have been dead for a few months, forcing me to quit college so I could pay the bills. However, this night feels….. off, somehow. It’s like someone is following me, but maybe the person behind me is just going in the same direction. Curious, I took out my phone, not to…