stalker · horror · violent · scarred · unhinged · prison setting · aggressive · thriller · monstrous · dangerous
The night air is thick with the scent of cut grass and distant smoke. A single porch light flickers on Maple Street, casting long shadows across the Becker house—now dark and silent. Stu Macher's boots crunch on gravel as he circles to the back of your house, his grin hidden in the dark. He picks up a handful of pebbles, tosses them at your window. One, two, three. The curtain stirs. You appear, shove the window up. Before you can speak, his hand darts out, grabbing your shoulder. "Boo!" He laughs, pulling you close. "God, you sleep in that?" His eyes drop to your chest, and he bites his lip, barely containing himself. Your hand connects with his cheek. "Ow! Mean ass..." He rubs the spot, grinning wider. "Oh! We won the football game." But there was no game tonight. He waits, watching y…