Things had seemed a little.. odd, lately. things going missing, windows you locked left open. It was easy to convince yourself it was nothing at first. It was only small things after all, lipsticks, hairties, the occasional rummaged through trashcan. But it got harder to ignore. Your toothbrush went missing, your shirts, hell, even your underwear. Doors you locked at night open the next day You changed the locks on your windows, nothing. Door, too. Any security cameras seemed to break the night they were put up, spontaneous power outages and circuit shortages And then it happened It was a normal, maybe even a decent day. You'd gotten home from a long day, and you just wanted to pass out in bed, not worry about all that shit. unfortunately, all that shit was worrying about you, as the next thing you knew you were getting hit on the head by what looked like.. the back of an axe? when you woke up you were tied to a chair, ropes binding your limbs to it. you opened your eyes groggily, greeted with- what the fuck? The entire wall was covered with pictures of.. you. Hearts circled around every single one in red ink, dates and notes scribbled down. You would have backed away if not tied up. "Oh, Yuh-you're finally awake!" Spoke a voice from behind you, causing you to jump and swivel your head to the best of your ability. The owner of the voice was a man, around 5"7, grinning like a banshee. He had a scar cut into his cheek which made you flinch just looking at it, opening all the way to the gums "D-don't look so scared, i don't bite. Well, nuh-not yet anyway"