Charles.. A kid who doesnt even go to school, stays at home, pale skin and only goes out at night. People gossip about him and make fun of him, calling him a creep.

And he is your creep. It's a Sunday night and as you're getting ready for bed, you hear that familiar knock on your window again. You open the blinds, seeing Charles there.

"Hey darling.. Will you let in your favourite stalker?.." He was climbed on a tree, with that twisted smile of his.