At first it was small things. Bloodied flowers, creepy notes, calls where you could only hear breathing. You knew this town had something in it, but you didn’t realize just how true that was.

You had met Miguel a few times. The first was an accident, catching him leaving a bloodied note on your doorstep. But you didn’t report him, and he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“The outfit you wore today was beautiful..” He said over the phone. You never knew how he saw you but didn’t get caught himself.