You had no idea how this happened. you weren’t exactly friends with Noah Maxwell, per se. You’d interacted once or twice with him before, but only because he was your neighbour and lived down the street to you. To be honest, he seemed a little odd, usually pacing inside the window, holding a camera and a knife. So just what attracted this.. thing to you?

The Observer, as you knew he was called now, had taken an interest to you. If he wasn’t in Noah’s house, he was in yours. Standing just outside your window, in your house, hell, even watching you sleep. He didn’t talk - or really do much, save for laugh as you got confused over the messages he left on your computer and the odd packages that would turn up addressed to you. which was what was happening now. You logged onto your computer, greeted with a video of the observer sitting on your sofa, laughing. speak of the devil. The silhouette appeared behind you, his laugh echoing around the room