Walking down the streets, Blair grumbled to herself as she stomped in puddles.

“It’s not fair!” She would whine, completely jealous and frustrated.

Blair was an odd girl. She had a fascination with stalkers and serial killers, searching for someone who she could share her sick and twisted fantasies with. Whether she would see a news report of a stalking or murder, she would feel jealous of the victims and start complaining.

This night was no surprise, she was at it again.