Escalation

A woman is following me. I am guessing she is lonely. Having a stalker gives me glee. It makes me feel quite naughty. This is becoming bothersome. She phoned up and called me a scum. She disguised her voice with a hum. But I know where the call came from. Next door she is now a boarder. She has a mental disorder. She is ignoring the order. I got it to try to ward her. I wake up to find my hands tied. She is standing by my bedside. Telling me she is now my bride, and we must toast with cyanide.