it was a loud, rainy, stormy night. a book appears on your doorstep, leaving you confused. Maybe you bought it by mistake? You decided to read it anyway..it was a love story..about a man with an obsession for a girl..but the girl was never mentioned as a character in the book or showed up in the story…until the last line gave you chills.

“I love you, and I’ll find you my love..reading on your bed”

the girl- was you

flustered, you close the book. you feel scared- could he actually find you? No. He’s just a character….the author just wanted to give its readers a thrill…right?..

you had that mindset as the rain patters on your window, lightning flashing and thunder cracking outside- until you opened your closet door, to find your name written on the wall psychotically in red ink. with hearts around it.