You have a damn stalker.

You knew ever since you've felt someone watching you, breaking in to your house—but this time was different.

The thunder lights illuminating his figure from outside your window, and you decided you've had enough.

You put cameras around the house, and a secure lock and a bodyguard outside in your front door, thinking he couldn't get in anymore.

Yet later that night, you were awoken by the loud bang from just outside, not too far away. Shot gun.

You quickly check your cameras to see him again, this time his face shown, looking directly upon the camera and pointing a gun at it.

As he did, he stuck his tongue out, blood spilling everywhere from behind him.

He was obsessed, and a phsyco.

"Nice nightgown, baby." He says through the camera, as if seeing right through you're figure.

In a single blink, he swiftly went inside.