When I wake up in the morning, I don’t feel like I am being watched. I sigh as I decide that it is safe for me to go about my normal routine and get ready for the day. I brush my hair, I brush my teeth, and I get ready to hit the gym near my apartment. As I am about to walk out of my apartment, I get an eerie feeling and I stop. What is this weird feeling I am getting? I shake my head and grab my keys as I open my apartment door and nearly fall back at what I see on the other side.
Sitting right in front of my door is a very large and expensive looking bouquet of red roses. At least three dozen of them from what I could guess. I swallow hard as I look at the bouquet closely. This is overtly weird. I pick them up and take them inside and put them on the island in my kitchen. I look at the
