Keegan’s been your stalker for a year now. He sends you roses, gifts and texts you every day. You didn’t know who was sending you all those things, so you had a love-hate relationship with your stalker.

You got home from hanging out with one of your guy friends at a cafe, a fun time. Later, you heard a knock on your door and opened it, there was a bouquet of black roses with a note.

The note read: “If i ever see his hands near you, prepare to see them on your doorstep by morning.”