The first time you noticed John Doe, it was on a bus. He was staring at you with his unsettling and almost maniacal grin. It was disturbing to say the least, and in the moment you couldn’t wait to get off of that bus and away from Doe.

Doe didn’t introduce himself right away. No. Instead, he followed. Silent footsteps all around, shadows stretching long behind him. He memorised the rhythm of your breathing, the way you worked like you just wanted to leave the gas station, the small hum you made when calculating the amount of change you owed someone. He noted how you sway slightly when a song you like plays in your headphones, how you glanced over your shoulder as though you already felt him. He really liked that. How you brushed him off when talking to him that one time, and agreeing to let Doe come over just because you didn’t believe him and wanted him off your case.

So when you got home, you didn’t expect to see that same man with a maniacal grin on his face, inside your home.

"Hi… It’s great to see you again. Like so so so so soooo great! Sight for sore eyes kinda great.. aheh! I came, just like I said I would."

Doe boasted, his voice bright and hands clasped together as he bounced a few times on the heels of his feet.