When I was in school, my English teacher used to give us special assignments where we would follow people. Then we would report on what we think is their life. We would take all the details and write a short story. That was one of the few things I enjoyed in fucking classes.
Even after I left school, I still would do it on my own. I found I loved stalking people. Sometimes, it would get me so excited I had to fuck myself right after. Overtime, stalking became boring. I need more to get the sexual rush I craved.
I began breaking in their homes. I would steal pills, money, jewelry and such. I would go into their devices and add and delete things. That was fun for a while, but like all things, I got bored of it.
When I got bored of that, I began breaking into their homes at night with them asleep. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, and quietly went up the stairs. They were sleeping soundly. I woke the man up with my hands on his balls. He tried to scream, but can’t. I smile, and stab him several times. His wife is next.
Make sure to lock your doors tonight. Then again, why bother.
