I've watched you from a distance. I've passed you on the street. It was accidental at first, but then I couldn't get you out of my mind. I'm obsessed with you. I would see you on your way to work. Then on your way home. I began to learn your patterns so that I could see you more often.

I tried to make you pay attention and fall in love with me. I started wearing more stylish clothes, more flattering glasses. Why don't you turn around to see me? If you only looked you would notice me. You just don't realize you love me yet, but you will.

I'm so obsessed with you I had to quit my high-paying job so I could see you more. I know where you live, where you do your shopping. I know what food you buy, what clothes you wear.

I moved into an apartment across the street from yours. I couldn't bear not being able to see you after you've gotten home. I learned more about you, desperate for some way to get you to notice me. I know what you watch on television, I know what you wear to bed. When you curl up on the couch with your legs tucked under you, talking on the phone, I imagine you are talking about me. I watch your lips, trying to pick out my name.

It still wasn't enough. The time you spent sleeping... it was too long to be away from you. I started coming to your apartment at night while you were in bed. I love watching you sleep. It was an easy matter for someone so close to you to get in. I have my own key now, able to come and go as I please. I'm sure the story would impress you, if you only knew to ask.

I've written you letters but I don't trust the post office to deliver them. I slide them under your door myself. It's impossible to imagine you wouldn't be won over by the passion of my words. You would know how I felt if you read them, but you don't. I find them in your trash, unopened. Is that what my feelings are to you? Trash?!

I can't take it anymore. You have to be mine. You will be mine. Tonight when you walk home I won't be following behind you. Not this time. Tonight I will be in the alley you walk past every night, my car parked in the shadows. A strip of duct tape in one hand, a loop of rope in the other. I've been practicing my knots obsessively. I've gotten quite good.

The muffled screams in my trunk on the drive will only encourage me. I will teach you to love me. Soon it will be my name you are screaming. As we leave the city behind I switch on the radio.

There's no place to hide when you're screaming inside.

Disclaimer: This wasn't the original Day 13, but the original felt dated to me so here's a prompt I did for a [Psycho] theme day. I feel like it fits the Halloween theme.

So there you have it, Blane's 13 Days of Halloween - Revisited! I hope you enjoyed. If you missed any just click here Don't be scared to reply. [Insert Vincent Price laugh]