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That night Amy was sitting on her bed reading a magazine. All the while she was listening for the tell-tale buzz of the fly that was following her. She wasn’t even denying it, that fly was her stalker. She just wanted to know why.

Bzz…Bzz… The fly was back. It was on her dresser. The fly flew over to her and hovered in front of her face. It seemed to be saying something.

Amy listened intently.  Two syllables.  Amy held her breath to hear better.

“Taylor,” the fly buzzed.

“Taylor?” Amy murmured. Apprehension crashed over her like waves. “Of course!”

Taylor, her old neighbour, died a couple of weeks ago. She was extremely annoying, so Amy dared her to go play in traffic. Taylor did, she never turned down a dare, too bad she never got dared again. She got hit by a transport truck. Amy had been long gone from the highway by then, she didn’t find out about it till the next day. She felt no regret, consciously. Amy came to the conclusion that Taylor had been re-incarnated as a fly.  If Amy continued to let Taylor follow her she eventually would be driven mad. She had to get rid of Taylor, permanently. That would be easy since Taylor was zipping around in front of her face, except she wasn’t. The fly was hovering in the doorway. Amy got up and tore after the fly.

“I’LL GET YOU!” she screamed.

The fly flew down the stairs and into the kitchen. Amy ran down the stairs after it. Amy needed a fly swatter. There was a fly swatter in the kitchen. She rammed open the kitchen door and grabbed the fly swatter off the wall. She spotted the fly out of the corner of her eye and slowly turned.

“You die now fly,” The crazed girl told the fly. Taylor was sitting on the table, staring at Amy with her many, buggy eyes. Amy aimed for Taylor, but a millisecond before impact Taylor flew away and out the door.

“Damn!” Amy screamed. She ran out the door, into the hallway. Taylor was sitting on her mother’s favourite vase. Amy didn’t think twice about swatting the vase, knocking the vase over, and not hitting the fly. It all happened in an instant, and then Taylor was off, with Amy charging after her.