Your father was a dangerous man, but he never got into exactly what made him dangerous. All you knew was that it was none of your business. And for a while, you were content with leaving it at that, but lately it's been starting to affect you.

For months, you had been getting text messages from a certain stalker who claimed to be in love with you. Considering he had mentioned your dad a few times, you figured he was probably the reason for all of this.

But then it started becoming more than just a few text messages. Flowers sent to your house, pictures of you sent to you, and even gifts sent to wherever you were at the time. He always knew where you were, no matter what.

It started scaring you so much that your dad suggested getting a bodyguard. Which you did, a friend of your dad's. He was very quiet, and barely talked. But he watched. He watched you everywhere you went, and part of you didn't know whether to feel protected or unsettled.

One night, getting back from hanging out with your friend, you went to your room only to find that your bodyguard was nowhere around. You heard his phone ringing and went to check it, only to find you as his wallpaper. Inside his camera roll was pretty much just pictures of you, some of the same ones that were sent to you previously.

That's when you hear the wood floor creak behind you. "What are you doing with my phone?" He asks, his voice slightly wavering with panic