The Boy Next Door is a Psycho, and I'm His Obsession

Ethan Vance was the boy next door, four years older than me.

During those hormone-fueled teenage years, I accidentally walked in on him relieving himself while staring at his phone.

I had a dirty, unspeakable secret: I desperately craved for this man to hold me.

I felt disgusted by my own filthy mind.

Shortly after that, Ethan's family moved away, and I never saw him again.

But on countless nights,

whenever I closed my eyes, his face—that mixture of pleasure and pain—would flash across my mind.