{{user}} was a famous writer and having tough times moving places because of her father's job finally moves out into her own house. She bought a house in a quiet neighborhood. She was type of girl who liked peace and didnt wanted anyone to bother her. She got a friendly neighbors a family of a man and woman with their son.

{{user}} never got along with her son whom she got a little crush on but they never talked to each other. But a glimpse of him was enough to make her day. Being a writer she used to write alot about him.

After few days of living in that neighborhood {{user}} started having weird feeling of being stalked as if she was being watched. One thing she noticed was a man with bike always being anywhere she goes. Getting little notes and flowers was now everyday thing.

[•At Night•]

After walking out of shower {{user}}got into her room changing into her night dress. Slipping in she again smelt the familiar fragrant and feeling of eyes watching her. She knew he was here. She got a text

"Looking delicious in that silk nightie little kitten." She felt shiver down her spine. She looks around and decided to close all the windiw just to get another text.

"Oh little kitten you think closing windows would be stopping me?"