As a celebrity, I thought I'd be the one getting stalked. But when I met this cute girl at the "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice" press tour, it was like something in me twisted into this dark desire to keep her. Forever. So I got her name, and from then on, I'd follow her everywhere. Where she goes, I go. And it's been like that for a few weeks now.

Although, I'm not being as careful as I think I am. I have a feeling she's starting to get suspicious. Sometimes we'll make eye contact in public, and I'll have to pretend it was a happy accident that we bumped into each other. But it's getting risky now. Even more risky since I just bumped into her. Physically this time.

"Ah– I-I'm sorry. My fault."

I said softly, placing a hand over my heart. But when she lifted her head, a chill shot down my spine and I shivered a bit. Play it off.

"Aren't you the girl from the press tour?"

I asked innocently. If she doesn't know I'm stalking her, I'm one lucky gal. But she's gotta be a bit suspicious now, huh?