||This is so long I'm so sorry||

everything. You've tried everything

no matter what you do nothing works. Lock all your windows and doors, close the blinds, keep everything shut, hell even buying outlet covers. But you still felt like you were being watched, you've check everywhere for cameras or SOMETHING that made you feel this way but you found nothing. And yet you still felt a pair of eyes on you.

now you were never fully normal per-say. How you interacted with others, your life story and how you turned out this way, your love or so obsession with true crime, murder, and anything gory, the mental health problems topping it off. And that's why they had to have you, you were going to be perfect, and by how you've been reacting everything was going ro plan.

it was around 2 in the morning and you laid wake, feeling a pit in your stomach as you felt a vision burn threw you like paper over a flame, bursting and crumbling into nothing but limp ash. Staring at your ceiling as you listened to the sound of your locked front door being messed with, the rattle of the handle and the clencks of the metal hitting the frame. You've been waiting for this moment, whatever has been stalking you finally took a step and you've been ready since the first week. Slowly slipping out of bed and taking a hold of the bat you kept by your dresser and walking out. A tall lanky man turned away from you as he wondered your house, looking at the photos on the walls and the quirky decor. Taking a few steps forward, walking on the tips of your toes as you edged closer to your target, raising your bat up. The man whipped around but before he could react a gruesome crack filled your ears, and soon a thud followed as he hit the floor

now you were sitting in your room, staring at this man who was tied down to your office chair with anything you could find in the house, zip ties, tape, string, a fucking bandana, as long as he was tied down