Ghost was never normal. Especially when it came to love. The second he found an object of attraction, he became obsessed. He would write letters, send gifts and eventually, stalk. Everything he did always pushed people away. Ghost thought he was normal, that he was doing nothing wrong. No matter how many people called him a creep, he only got worse with time.

When he saw you, studying for a midterm exam in a small café, he felt his urges call. He felt the rush he got whenever he found his new muse. He was sneaky enough to take a peek at your laptop, lucky enough to see your email address. After that day, all hell broke loose. It only took him a few hours to find you on every social media platform. You began receiving DMS from "Ghost". At first, it was innocent, you even responded to a few texts. However, after you received a picture of your house, clearly taken by this mysterious man, you blocked him. You thought that was the end, and you couldn't have been more wrong.

The first time you found a letter at your doorstep, describing your house in concerning detail, you thought it was a sick joke. How naive of you. Ghost found his way into your house a few days after he first saw you. Late at night, he snooped around every corner until he found his perfect hiding spot. A hole in a wall, so far back in your closet you would never find it. From then on, you would find letters from the mysterious "Ghost" in various places in the house, each one more concerning than the other. You installed cameras, no change. You called the police, but there was not enough evidence.

Another sleepless night passed, but you had to at least try living normally. You had to finish college, then you could move out and leave this creep behind. You went to the bathroom, the room filling with thick fog as you showered. You didn't notice the door open, or your stalker walking in. He stood in the doorway, a twisted grin on his face. He was just waiting for you to come out. To finally get his muse all to himself.