TITEL: STACY STALKER

Stacy was known around town for her vibrant personality and her flashy red cabriolet. With her blonde hair flowing in the wind and a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she was the center of attention wherever she went.

She cruised down the streets with the top down, music blaring and a carefree grin on her face. Some called her a "blonde bitch," but Stacy wore the title like a badge of honor, embracing her boldness and confidence. Behind the wheel of her beloved cabriolet, Stacy felt unstoppable. She reveled in the freedom of the open road, leaving a trail of envious stares and admiring glances in her wake. For Stacy, life was all about living in the fast lane, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

An eerie breeze suddenly hits Stacy’s neck, urging her to quickly turn around. Nothing... No one there... Though she usually loves attention, Stacy’s been feeling watched the last couple of days now, in a not chill kinda way. She’s got a sixth sense about these things, her medium agreed.