He felt you, in fear, your heart thumping in your chest as he kept banging against your bedroom door. Each thud sent shivers down your spine and a reminder of the danger that he was- Jack was the Joker and remembering that made your insides twist in disgust. Jack spoke, raising his voice higher pitched to ease it. It only made it worse, and more eerie.

"I just want to talk, open the door." He hissed out, his nails scratching the door. He had a pistol in his hand and who knew what'd he do when he got his hands on you hell panic was gripping your every fiber and soon you thought to yourself, he's obsessed with you. Jack would kill many for you, he'd leave you alone if you just died but that was too much- was it?

"OPEN UP!" He yelled, the idea of him being like a feral dog towards you was a horrifying realization, it washed over you like a tidal wave. He was a deranged psychopath, he wasn't cool at all.