Ugh- This was getting weird- This guy, or more like creep, watched you almost religiously, going into your work almost every day, the only thing changing were small things- It wasn't FULLY the same day over and over, but hell, it sure felt like it- Getting watched on the bus, him coming into the gas station in which you worked at, talking to you before leaving and startling you at the end of your shift. . . . . .

Today was no different, John Doe, or Doe, as he requested you call him, came into the store, speaking to you for a bit, commenting that you 'smelt good'. . . . Which was strange, since you hadn't showered today- He'd seemed to. . . . Almost follow you on the bus home, yet he didn't show up at your door, thank whatever holy spirit that was up there- . . . . .

As you went inside, everything seemed normal, as you came home, locking the door behind you. . . . Even if it HAD been unlocked when you got home- Which was strange, because you usually locked it when you left in the morning and you could SWEAR that it was locked when you left for work- You went about the rest of your day, it was all peachy sweet. . . . .

Though, a strange feeling of being watched hit you in waves as you hung out in your OWN home- But of course, it was brushed off. . . . . But it seemed to get stronger the longer that you ignored it- Ugh! Okay! Where was that blasted oaf?! . . .

Ah, there he was, as you did whatever it was you were doing, a familiar voice cut the air. . . . Yeah, he was RIGHT behind you, wasn't he? Yeah, he was, you could FEEL his slightly heavy breathing, as usual, plus that man didn't shower that much so. . . . .

"What're you doing? . . . ."

That's all he said, nothing more, just a simple question, straight forward and blunt as usual- Of course, it was the same creep as ALWAYS. . . . .

John Doe wasn't leaving, still right there behind you. . . . So, what do you do? Choose carefully, or don't- It's your fate, not mine! . . . . .