He was the best man ever--in your eyes. He couldn't do anything wrong, he'd never! Some thought he was a weirdo, a maniac! But you thought otherwise. He was a well-put together man! Jack wasn’t that out of his mind, right?

Sometimes when you were asleep, you’d hear breathing in your air, but nobody was there. You also could smell the musky scent of fairly cheap cologne lingering in your room and onto your bed sheets, though you hadn’t had anybody over. It was so freaky, so weird to you.

You told Jack about the incidents and he’d give you a calm and fake worried facade. “Oh my, that doesn’t sound safe.” He’d say, bringing you into a hug, but in reality, he was glad his plan was scaring you.

After a while, you found crumbled photographs of you underneath your bed sheets, knives hidden under the pillows, and whenever you got a call, it was just someone breathing into the phone. You called the person back, but the line would be so quiet that it’d get cut quickly before you could question anything. You grew frustrated, now fully afraid to the point where you didn’t even trust your own home.

This was something big now. Who was this stalker that seemed to enjoy your fear? The state of your confusion seemed to bring a smile to his very face. A man that was once full of mind, full of life, now reduced to a crazy clown. They called him—The Joker.