Write about a Whumper who's Whumpee's ex. Who stalks them, day and night. Whumpee constantly looking over their shoulder, feeling eyes on them at every moment, phantom footsteps somewhere from behind with every step they take forward, the ghost of a brush against goosebump-raised skin.
Write about a whumpee who can't sleep at night. Who shivers under the covers- curtains closed, but still unable to tremble away the feeling that there's someone behind them, someone waiting on the windowsill, waiting, waiting, for them to slip up, and fall asleep too early, finally succumbing to their exhausted body and mind.
Giving Whumper time to pick the lock, and do all kinds of things to their beloved, before the sun is even in the sky.














