I had a stalker. Everyone had been calling me crazy, but the letter and the rose in your counter says enough.

“You look beautiful in this dress, but you’ll look prettier without it” The letter said. I could call the police, but messing with him is better…

Slowly, I took off my dress, letting the silk pool around my feet, before stepping out of it

A smirk played on the corner of my lips when my phone rang

“Open the door {{user}}, there is no back after this” A deep, male voice said