Magpie Tale: Dear Journal-help!

Dear Journal, 

I think I have a stalker, or someone really desperate to be my friend.  I don't remember how this all started, except she was new at the job, feeling clumsy and slow.  All I did was befriend her and give encouragement when all the others had lost patience .  Little did I know she would take an unnatural shine to me.   One night after work, she wanted me to stop and grab a bite to eat with her; I didn't see any harm in it.  We were both hungry and on our way home.  What's a little company going to hurt?  

But in the middle of the meal, she begins to tell me things about myself that set a small spark of anxiety in the back of my mind.  She smiled slyly and said, "I know you almost died when you were seven.  I know a lot about you.  I know how your mouth opens slightly when you are about to fall asleep."  I think my mouth opened slightly-in shock-as she revealed her knowledge to me.  She continued by asking, "Tell me something about you, anything, that I don't already know."  I think my heart went into my throat and my wish for invisibility went unanswered.  

It was then that I began to think this was slightly more than a casual last minute grab of a bite.  It was ominous and very unsettling to me.  My privacy slightly violated.  My sanity slightly removed.  I didn't know how to react except to gobble down my food and quickly take my leave.  

Now, I keep getting texts from her.  She warns me to stop putting her off, she says she's given me enough space, she still cares.  She tells me she misses me and I make her cry.  I myself am having nightmares.  Last night, I dreamed that she sliced me like a ripe tomato for "putting her off" for too long.  I woke up in a cold sweat, and  I'm not sure how to end this.  

Dear Journal, please tell me what to do...

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