Roach

Flowers. Every damn morning, flowers were left at your door. An even number of flowers. Tulips, daisies, roses, lilies. Every. Damn. Morning. Your apartment was starting to look like a botanical garden or a greenhouse. You had grown to hate flowers.

At first, it was sweet. You thought it was some guy from university who had fallen for you. But once Raimix realized there was always an even number of them, it stopped being sweet or romantic; it became eerie and terrifying.

Whenever the doorbell rang, you would rush to the door, but you were never fast enough. You had never seen what he looked like.

Your friend called this man an admirer. One morning, you approach the door and see a note: "Come to the roof of your building at 23:40."