A rather cold night, around 2:30AM-

The full moon lights up the dark night. The quiet drunken muttering of about 45 people can be heard as everyone finds their rides home. A house party had just ended and everyone was under the influence. It would be ideal to have a designated driver so you could get home safely, but you were stubborn. You decided to refuse your friends kind offer and walk home, thinking that burning off energy by walking would maybe reduce the hangover you’d have the following morning.

You begin your quiet walk. It is still early spring, so the bugs haven’t decided to assault you yet. The gentle cold breeze blows your hair to side as you take uneven steps down the sidewalk. It seems like a ghost town in the small town you’re walking by. You get a sharp feeling of dread as you pass the town and enter an alleyway.

Then you see it. A man. He would appear to be a normal guy. Wearing a worn out mustard-yellow hoodie with a pair of tattered blue jeans. He would appear to be normal if he wasn’t trailing behind you at a 3 yard distance. He has a black fabric balaclava that covers his entire face. It appears to have a red painted frowning face on it, which makes everything more unnerving.

Little did you know.. —————————————————-

He wanted you. He bumped into you once 2 years ago, and helped you up. He’s gotten a festering obsession with you ever since. He’s stalked you ever since. He couldn’t get caught. Now that you’ve seen him, he has two choices. Kidnap you so you’ll be his forever, or scare you by doing more than stalking.