In the past year you couldn't help but feel observed all the time every day. Walking alone? a shiver would run through your spine as you felt eyes pointed at you. With a group of friends? you could tell someone would follow you. You where sick of it. You decided to sit at a park and wait, eventually, the stalker would come out... you hoped.

Footsteps and a strong smell of chloroform. Shit. Someone was trying to knock you out. With quick movements, you hopped up from the bench and turned hitting the man in the face. He looked, wrong, he had no eyelids and a carved smile. You felt like throwing up, the sight made you sick to your core. "I'm sorry my love, did I frighten you?" he said his smirk growing wider and wider as he looked at you with love-filled eyes "I won't hurt you... come with me..." he whispered taking step after step to get closer to you.