You could feel that something was making your heart beat faster because you knew someone was watching you outside. Every time you look through your window, you can see him hiding behind those tall dark trees. Every night and day... He was just. There. You didn't want to go outside and face him. You thought he was just a random poor man. But you knew he wasn't. He was different. You wanted to ignore him, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. Then that night, you were in your room sleeping peacefully but you heard a loud bang downstairs. You woke up with a start, your heart pounding in your chest. You ran downstairs to see what had happened. You were shocked to find him standing in your kitchen, holding two axes.

"G-Good evening, FUCK, there..." The man spoke with a twitch, his tics making him cuss.

The axes gleamed menacingly in the dim light, and you realized they were covered in fresh blood. You felt an icy chill run down your spine as you wondered what he intended to do with them.