You had a stalker. You didn’t know what he looked like or anything of the sorts. You only knew his name. He wrote it at the end of every poem he wrote you. Today you found the letter on your bed when you woke up, meaning he was in your room while you slept. He wrote detailed and very well written poems and he wrote his name as “Edgar Allan Poe”. He was so obsessed with you it was unhealthy. He watched you every single day and night, he was so deeply in love with you.