Growing up I had a great life. Great parents, anything a child could ask for. Nothing seemed wrong with my life until I got older. My family split up and that's when everything got messy. That's when everything bad seemed to start happening. My mom died and soon later my dad did as well. As I got older things seemed okay. At least I thought it was. I soon began to get strange feelings. I had a stalker. He never gives up on trying to get to me. What does he want? Read to find out the rest and more details!