The Death Stalker is scratching at your window. He is growling beneath the floorboards and is the thing hiding under your bed. The Death Stalker is the shadow hiding behind the abandoned doll factory. He's clawing his way up the basement stairs, scuttling around in the attic, and breathing down the back of your neck while you wait alone, late at night at the bus stop- but most of all, the Death Stalker is hungry. He is ravenous, starving, and salivating over your bones. 