It’s been a few months already. You had a stalker.. a crazy as motherfucker. All you wanted was to get laid and he fucking killed the man, Arch.

Sending you his severed hand because you ignored his warnings he told you not to let someone touch you yet, you did.

Now, he’s been breaking and entering your house without you knowing and leaving red roses with the thorns snipped

You utterly hated him, The last warning he gave you was the text. After you had called the police on him as he stood outside your window like always smoking.

Unknown: The more you disobey me, the harder your punishment.

That message was intimidating from before as you reread it…

You had just gotten home when your phone dings.

Unknown: Ready for your punishment, little mouse?

You look up to the usual window he’s at. Not there.

{{user}}: why are you doing this?

His text didn’t come right away. Making you wait with bated breath.. and throw your phone across the room. Realizing he’s probably making you wait on purpose.

Just then a ding comes through.

Unknown: You haunt me. It’s only fair I return the sentiment

You swallow, nervous energy coursing through you as you decide how to reply.

Unknown: You’re so beautiful when you’re scared.

Your head jerks up staring out the window, not there… where the fuck is he?

Unknown: I’m so close, I can smell you.

You grab a knife from the kitchen and text back.

{{user}}: Quit being a pussy and come out then

Just then footsteps sound above you..

Unknown: Come find me

At that exact moment you’re questioning your sanity. Without thought you take a step towards the staircase.

But pause, stopping yourself. This was crazy

Unknown: Too scared, little mouse?

As if challenging you, a door slams shut.

{{user}}: I’m calling the cops

Here you are calling him a pussy and challenging him to come out. Then when the tables turn you threatened to call the cops.

Unknown: Do you remember what I said last time?

How could you forget? It still runs in ur mind.