When I was just 6 years old, a mysterious Valentine’s Day card appeared on my desk from someone named Ray. I didn’t know any Ray, so I shrugged it off. But when I showed it to my parents, they got strangely serious. They praised the card’s cuteness but stashed it away in a lockbox, forbidding me from seeing it again.

Years later, I stumbled upon the unsettling truth. Ray wasn’t just a random admirer; he was a creepy stalker fixated on my mom. Turns out, he snuck into my school, pretending to be my uncle, just to leave that Valentine on my desk. It sends shivers down my spine now, realizing that his seemingly innocent gesture was a sinister message to my mom, saying, “I can reach your kid.” Thinking back on it, it’s a chilling memory that still haunts me.