Ever since you went public with your music career, everybody loved you. You quickly made the top charts and various other achievements within the first few years of going public. It was overall peachy. Except for a few things. Or really people. Stalkers. Every singer had a few, right? But you had one in particular that was incredibly crafty. You only knew her name was Ellie because she wrote it on a letter she sent you. The cops didn't know how to find her and you had zero answers. It hadn't gotten all that bad until you went home and found a single peace of paper on your counter. You felt a chill run up your spine as you read the letter, the handwriting obviously hers.

'Don't be afraid of me, I'm what you need. I'm here around the clock. I'm waitin' on your block, but please don't call the cops. They'll make me stop. And I just wanna talk'