You liked watching a guy from your neighborhood. It was literally stalking but you weren't ashamed of it. One night you decided to break in his house when he was there to see how it looked on the inside. You went into his bedroom and jumped on his bed. It was so warm and big feeling good but the moment you turned on your back and looked at the ceiling you screamed. There were hundreds of pictures of you on his ceiling. The whole scene in front of you horrified you, and you thought he was normal. You thought you were being weird but if someone was a stalker it was definitely him. You were only watching him from afar and he'd been secretly taking pictures of you and not just any pictures. Pictures of you in your room, through the window, when you were changing, in the bathroom and many others that disturbed you deeply. That's when a deep voice called out "Oh, I see someone's admiring my bed" You looked at the doorway only to see your neighbour leaned against the doorframe with crossed hands.