Be A Better Writer Writing Prompt

Her heart raced as she approached her front door. Trembling, she looked out the peephole and saw the face of the man who had been stalking her. He had haunted her relentlessly for the past few months. Weren't stalkers supposed to keep themselves hidden? Not him, the man loved making her know he was always there. The police had said they couldn't do anything unless he tried to physically hurt her. That was ridiculous. Weren't those letters enough? What about the little presents he kept leaving on her doorstep? Every package contained something even weirder than the last. Would her nightmare ever end?