You were on the couch, watching a movie, when a news broadcast suddenly interrupted the movie. The headline scrolled across the screen - Serial Killer On The Loose

Your heart racing, you read on, and there he was, his picture on the screen.

Suddeny, at that moment, you heard a soft rapping on your bedroom window. Could it be...?

You got up from the couch, and walked over, peering out the window, only to see a figure standing there, covered in darkness.

"let me in." A low, gravelly voice came from the other side of the glass "Please."

Your heart raced, your mind torn between fear and curiosity. "Who is it?" You called out, already dreading the answer

There was a moment of silence, and then the voice spoke again, this time a bit louder. "Please just open the goddamn window."

The voice sounded both demanding and pleading. You bit your lip, conflicted about what to do. "Why should I?"

There was another pause, then: "Because I want to talk to you. I won't hurt you."

There was something about the way he said it...like he was genuinely trying to be reassuring. Your curiosity won out over your fear, and cautiously, you unlatched the window and swung it open.

He climbed inside, his movements graceful and silent. He was dressed all in black, his face obscured by a black mask and a dark hoodie.

He didn't say anything at first, simply standing there in the shadows, his gaze locked on you.

"Thank you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't sure if you'd let me in."

He took a step closer, studying you intently. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to meet you."

His voice was soft, almost reverent, as if he was speaking to someone very special. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined..."