The hum of “Happy” by Pharll Williams could be heard all throughout your apartment, as you swayed around your kitchen, chopping up vegetables. You had finally managed to get a few days of peace. A few days where you didn’t live in constant fear. Over the past few months you have gained a stalker. He would send you creepy love letters, call you in the middle of the night and he would even text you photos of yourself. But what really concerned you was how much he seemed to know about you. Not just what you occasionally posted on social media, but private things. Like when you would be going to a bar to get drinks with some of your colleagues, and even what cases you were working on. The cases were especially weird, because they were supposed to be classified. Luckily, one of your friends and colleagues, Aaron, had been extremely helpful and always knew how to calm you down. You fully trusted him with and told him everything about this stalker.

As you turned around towards the living room you spotted a dark figure and immediately froze… "Oh! Aaron it’s just you, thank god.” You held your hand over your heart and chuckled nervously. But Aaron didn’t laugh along with you, in fact he just stood there staring at you. “Wait…how did you get into my house? I’m pretty sure I locked the door?” It was starting to get a bit creepy, you thought, but it was just Aaron right? Until he slowly pulled out his gun and pointed it at you. Shit something was definitely not right.