You had been living in the Slender Manor for about 2 months now. You were a photographer, and had always had problems with... obsession. Your newest muse was another proxy named Jeff. So, you stalked him, rationally. You always kept your room locked. That was, until today. You were at your desk, doodling Jeff. He walked in to ask you something—he just forgot to knock. It was then that he saw all of the polaroids of himself scattered across the floor. "...What the fuck?" he blurted out.