It's scary.

The way he looks over here everyday. The fact that he waited outside and stared in from the window, gazing at the food. 

His twisted face is filled with hunger as I can tell.

But I don't want him to come in.

Everyday, I'm scared if something happens to me. I'm too scared to open the store. 

But no matter what, even if it's raining, he's still out there.

Waiting, with the knife in his hand.

I called the police, but don't have any evidence to prove that he's a scary person.

I know he is.

He licks the window and his eyes are bulged out. Starving, he bangs on the window and pointed to the doughnuts.

Anonymously, I reported to the news center about him being an insane person. However, they took my words way too far.

The news started reporting about the "serial killer".

Not even the serial killer rumor made him move.

He still stands there everyday; staring at me with his cold eyes.

One day, I'm too scared. I don't want to stay in there anymore.

So I ran.

I ran towards the park, where there's lots of people.

He chased after me. He's too fast.

He grabbed my wrist as I yelled for help.