I’m mad at her now. She better not come in here, or I’m kicking her right back out. He’s outside again. Watching me, a bright red cherry blaring in the moonlight. I stare back at him. The familiar tendrils of fear have me tightly in their grip. But also, the bricks are settled in my stomach, sinking lower... I chew my lip, contemplating if I should confront him again or not. Picking up my phone and reporting him would be the logical thing to do. But the police won’t be able to do anything. By the time they get here, he’ll be gone again. And what good will a police report do when they come up missing like last time? With his apparent breaking and entering skills, not to mention hacking skills, he’s obviously tampering with shit. But maybe that doesn’t matter. Sheriff Walters knows I have a stalker, despite him saying they had no record of it. Maybe that’s all the more reason fo call. He’s probably planning on murdering me right now, just like Gigi’s stalker murdered her. I’ve read over that note and combed through her diaries for the past three nights, but I haven’t seen any evidence of her stalker being the murderer yet. But I’m sure I’m right. Eyeing him, I pick up my phone, stand directly in front of the window, and put the phone to my ear. I haven’t even dialed the police yet; I just want to see what he’ ll do.