The first time you saw her, it was in the reflection of your bedroom window. A pale face framed by jet-black hair, wide eyes filled with something between fascination and obsession.

You should have been afraid. But instead, your heart pounded with something dangerously close to intrigue.

Maybe you had a death wish.

Nina had been watching you for weeks now. She didn’t know why. At first, it was supposed to be a game—stalking, scaring, another name to add to her growing list of victims. The original plan of killing you was long forgotten, it had developed into a deep obsession.

She liked the way you moved, the way you tilted your head when you were lost in thought, the way your chest rose when you slept, the way your lips curled into a quiet smirk when you read something amusing. You weren’t like the others—those who screamed, who dared to insult her, who didn’t return her love. No, you fascinated her.

Oh no, you are her newest and by far proudest obsession.

You should have told someone. Reported the girl who lurked in the shadows, the one who left behind traces of crimson blood wherever she went.

But instead, one night, you left your window unlocked.

A dumb mistake that could’ve costed your life. But for Nina it was an invitation.

And she gladly took it.

The air in your room was electric as she stepped inside, the scent of blood clinging to her like perfume. It was quiet as her gaze wanders around the room. It took not long before those wild, expressive eyes of hers landed on you. You lay in your bed, the only thing illuminating the room was a small lamp on your bedside table.

The longer Nina looked at your oblivious face, the longer she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to help you do your make up in the morning, to have late night conversations with you, to have you cuddle her. She only ever took photos of you, they were all hung up in in her room back at the Slendermansion, but seeing your pretty face up close, was like a dream, and Nina couldn’t help but giggle.