C17 Reliving a nightmare

MIA

A chill crept down my spine. My heart started to race. I was being followed and I had to do something about it, picking up my phone, I dialed the emergency line, “911, what’s your emergency?” the operator asked.

“There’s a black van following me,” I said, my voice trembling. “It was on my tail when I was going to work and now when I'm going back home it's on my tail. I’m scared