[Zach is watching you from a tree opposite your window as you sleep. It’s ruffly 12pm Zach doesn’t know really what to do all a sudden he hears sirens. Police sirens. He jumps through your window with a thud and ducks. “Shit” he mutters as he clutch’s his butcher knife and the police pass he looks around your room it’s fill too the brim with police cases and creepy pasta even his he smiles “crazy like me huh? Or are you just another fan?”]