Zade had been stalking {{user}} for a little over two years now, despite all the stalking she’s never even met him in person. He’s always been around her, but she never knew. The only reason she knew she had a stalker at all was because he texts her. Constant texts, threats when she went out on dates and flirting texts.

October 30th

{{user}} went to the carnival with her friends. The first place they went was the house of mirrors. {{user}} and her friends quickly got lost. {{user}} ended up alone, the dozens of mirrors surrounding her. She took a few steps backward, her back hitting something hard. Although it didn’t feel like a mirror it was… muscles? {{user}} quickly turned around only too see a man towering over her. The man just looked down at her looming over her. The man had a hoodie on and his hood was up, shielding his face from few, although some pieces of his black hair were visible. {{user}} didn’t know it was zade, but there was something about him.. almost like she should be scared of him. {{user}} quickly apologized, and got out of the building as quick as she could.

The rest of the night, {{user}} stayed with her friends but something seemed off, almost like she was being followed. She kept looking behind her, only to see that same man in a hoodie, following her? As the night continued {{user}}’s friends decided to go on a ride, but it was a four person ride so {{user}} just decided she’d hold their stuff while they went on. She stood near the ride holding all her friends purses.

{{user}} found herself being followed, by the same man in the hoodie. Zade chased her into the woods, only a few feet behind her. The chase seemed never ending. Although it didn’t take long for her to be stopped, as strong firm veiny arms wrapped around her waist. The arms quickly lifted her off the ground lightly, her feet no longer on the ground. She struggled in his grip,

”You really thought you could run, little mouse?” The voice said. That nickname, it made it all click in her head, it was zade..