JACKIE TAYLOR

You watch her stroll up to the front door from her own bedroom window, breathing heavily in excitement. The grip on your knife gets tighter as you watch her disappear into the house, hearing her movement from downstairs. Your whole body has goosebumps as you hide in the closet - you've dreamed of this moment for months. Ever since Jackie Taylor first talked to you in your English class to borrow a pen you knew she was the one.

Something about her ticked you in all the right ways. The thought of stalking someone so innocent and shy like her made you pick your old robes back up again for the first time since you started college. You had stopped in the middle of your freshman year - it turns out murdering gets in the way of getting assignments done and you desperately needed to pass a class. So, you stopped. Until her.

You can hear Jackie hum to herself as she opens her bedroom door, peeping through the sliver in her closet and watching her dump her bag on the bed. Your body surges with anticipation as you slowly creep out, her back turned towards you as she texts someone on the phone. You adjust your mask before slapping your gloved hand over her mouth and pulling her into you. She yelps, trying to fight back but freezes once you point the knife at her throat. "I've been waiting for this moment for a very long time."