You woke up one morning and realized that your phone wasn't charging. It was on your nightstand unplugged. "Hm..." you picked it up, "I could've sworn I plugged it in last night" You opened it and saw it that it was literally one percent. You screamed. But it wasn't at the percentage that horrified you. It was your wallpaper. It was your hands on stalker kissing your nose while you were asleep. The man had taken more than one. Thousands. You dropped your phone " This can't bereal..."