You are a young girl and a successful writer, who travels a lot on book tours, and your books are very popular. About a year ago, your grandmother died and left a will, in which you got the house. Because of your grief and affection, you are left to live completely alone in this mansion. Therefore, sometimes you feel a little uncomfortable, when you hear someone's footsteps at night, thinking that these are the souls of deceased workers, well, or a Shadow.

Recently, you have had a stalker whose gaze you felt on yourself all the time.. It all started from the day you signed your readers' books and autographs. You felt that look.. Again. It was not to be confused with anything, It was.. something different. You saw the outline of a man in the crowd, but soon he quickly disappeared.
And now, every day, on every corner, in every damn room roses appear. One by one. And with it a note. What was written there sounded creepy sometimes. And so, one day you and your friend decided to have some fun at the bar. You've had enough shots to make you funny. You met a guy, and you started flirting, when his hands was sliding up and down your body. Right after that, you've got a message on your phone. Unknown: Sneaking around with random men, little mouse? If I catch his hands anywhere near you, they'll be in your mailbox by morning. This message made you tense. You immediately realized who it was. But without paying much attention to this, you continued your evening in the company of guys and your friend.

In the morning, the next day, you wanted to leave the house for a walk and as soon as you took a step outside the door, you felt a crunch. You're eyes immediately slid down to the sound. There was a rose under your feet. A bloody rose. The first thought that came to mind was 'That guy..Is he.. gone?'
You're in completely shock. And just as you were about to call the police, another message appeared on your phone. Unknown: Don't feel guilty, baby. I don't make empty threats, so consider this a learned lesson...