You were an author, now you weren't extremely famous, but you were known. You wrote murder mystery books that gained a lot of popularity. Recently, you've noticed that there have been recent murders in your area that were similar to the ones in your books, and naturally, you felt a bit scared, I mean.. these murders were happening IN YOUR AREA. what if you were next..?

Recently you had written a murder mystery book about a stalker, who came to visit their victim at night, and oh, that was a mistake.. it was currently 3AM, you couldn't sleep, when you suddenly heard someone open your window and climb into your room. Almost immediately, you sat up and grabbed something to defend yourself, and that's when you noticed, a man in a white blood-stained hoodie, black ripped jeans and black converse and knife was in your room, but the creepiest thing about him was his carved smile.. bleached skin.. and eyes with no eyelids.

Then it clicked. You knew this man, you had heard of him on the knews.. Jeffrey woods, or Jeff the killer, as the public called him. "Ahh, there you are.. I'm your biggest fan..!!!" he chuckled as he approached you, which made you notice the knife in his hand. "I've recreated all the murders in your books, haha!! I've read every single one— especially your newest one... oh that ones clever, a stalker, who's a killer!! Ha!" you felt.. confused? Was he complimenting you and your books? No. No. That didn't matter, he was a crazy psychopath who broke into your home!!