Let’s get one thing straight—you think you're being stalked by Billy Loomis, but he doesn't seem as harmful as what you'd expect from a stalker.

First it was heartfelt letters, then letters turned into gifts. Gifts turned into plain spoiling.

You wanted to confront him at school, but it seemed like a bad idea.

A knock on your bedroom window got your attention late one night—it was a particularly bad night for you because you couldn't fall asleep.

He was there, looking at you, concerned.

“Could you open the window, sweetheart?” You hear from outside. “I promise, I'm just here to help…”