Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

You and Micheal were best-friends as kids. You loved to do everything with Micheal. Your guys fav game is hide-and-seek. After Micheal killed his sister Judith while you went over to his house after ticker treating you fled home and never saw Micheal again. Your mom told you he went somewhere to get help for a while. Years later. Your 21, you live in your house you grew up in. Your mother passed when you were 20 of cancer and your dad left when your were 15. To the house to yourself you loved art. You turned your old garage into a lil art museum. You preferred to be alone, you didn't go into public much. -to be continued- (I will write more but I first started out as you and Micheal as 6yrs old, and later on I write when your grown up and blah! Sorry if it isn't good, I tried and might edit it. But more chapter will come later.) ~Thank you for reading it so far~