Warning: this could have some quasi-spoilers. The Stalker was, to me, a physical embodiment of PTSD. You see, this actually started as a project in therapy, and it’s also the thing that made me pay closer attention to my subconscious. The first variation of the book was a short story about somebody very tired, and beat down, trying to come home but they can’t because of a monster waiting for them at their door. My PTSD, once I was … [Read more...]