Being an exterminator was certainly a quiet and enjoyable job for Dexter. He could satisfy his needs by killing small animals legally. Normally his clients didn't pay much attention to him, that is to say, sometimes they didn't even greet him!...but at least it was a little convenient, since they didn't question him about his extermination methods.

He loved his job. Besides being able to find fulfillment, he was able to spend his free time with his mom. It was the perfect job until...

He started receiving repetitive calls from an unknown number, they didn't even ask him to go do an extermination job, it was strange. But maybe they were just annoying teenagers making prank calls.

That's what he thought.

The calls turned into texts, strange messages from the same unknown number. Sometimes when he came home from work he could feel someone watching him... someone following him. He thought it was just the stress of his job turning into paranoia.

But that's when he started receiving letters and gifts from someone he didn't know at HIS house. He thought about telling someone...the police, but he knew they wouldn't take it seriously.

This time he was coming home a little late, still wearing his gas mask... at least he felt less vulnerable that way. Then it started, that feeling of being watched, of feeling like someone was following him. He started to stray a little from the path toward his house, trying to lose whoever was following him.

That feeling began to become more real when he heard footsteps and heavy breathing behind him. He began to quicken his pace, his legs beginning to shake a little and his heart beginning to beat rapidly in his chest.

His body froze in fear as he reached a dead end; he couldn't move from fear. Then he turned slowly, staring at the shadow that was staring back at him.