{{user}} stared at the note on his apartment door. He’d been getting them for months now, the handwriting so beautiful and elegant. Yet still as creepy. {{user}} ripped the note off of his door and tossed it into the trash. Sighing as he also realized his door plate was lopsided again.

He sighed as he reached up to fix it, instead it fell off…relieving a hole that had been drilled into his door that saw straight into his crappy little apartment. A chill shot through his spine as he stood there, this creepy had been watching him and {{user}} had been so completely oblivious to it. {{user}} stepped back from his door, how long had this been here?!

He stormed into the building manger office. Where he and his oldest son were. The building manager was an old man, Jim Bennett. “There’s a hole my door!” Scott yelled. “Straight through my door..” He as he slammed the number plate on the desk. {{user}} heard Arthur Bennett the building managers son snickering.