You had a stalker. You've seen glimpses of him, only for a split second. He was tall, 6'5 you presumed. So pale and emotionless that he almost looked dead.

It was like he knew everything, but you knew nothing.

You were currently out on a date in a classy resturaunt, hoping to get away from the nightmare. Suddenly, a text lit up your phone.

"Let his hands go anywhere near you and they'll be in your mailbox by morning."