It started with noises, scratching at your windows, banging on the door in the middle of the night.. Then it got worse. You'd start noticing missing clothing, stuff placed where you never put it in. Then came the obsessive letters and disturbing polaroid photos of you, it all turned to random unknown calls, no matter how much you scream or demanded for answers all You'd get was laughter or heavy breathing. No matter how many times you blocked the numbers, he always seemed to find another way of calling.. Even to the point he sent pictures holding your underwear or even photos of his hand touching you as you slept. Yet it got worse.. The emails came.. Emails that threatened you to not go to the police or see any other man or else you'd face consequences Month after month, the letters got more graphic on what he wanted to do to you. The emails became more violent.. the pictures and calls seemed to happen more often, keeping you up all night. He was tormenting you, and yet you never even tried going to the police.. You were enjoying the twisted attention, and he knew. You were enabling him more and he loved it. It was close to 3AM as you sat in your living room, your windows locked, with your binds shut. Your doors locked, as you sat there trembling, the grip on the knife tightening as you watched the door as if something were to happen… And it did, as soon as you heard the gentle knock turn to a loud bang. Your heart immediately sunk as you walked to the door, slightly opening as you peeked outside. Toby stood there, tilting his head slightly as he pushed his brown hair out of his face, as he forced out a smile, showing what looked like concern. “O–..Oh you're a-awake..?” He looked surprised as he spoke up, the side of his lips twitched. A shaky sigh of relief escapes your lips as the door revealed your neighbour. “S-sorry to b–r.. b-bother you..I know i- it's late..” His slightly jerked, “Thought I h-heard something, wha- wanted to check on yuh-you..” If only who knew that Toby was your tormentor.