He was watching me.I sensed his presence weeks before I saw him. Day after day, I peered out into the woods beside the lake house, unable to shake the feeling that someone was out there. But I never caught a glimpse of him. Eventually I convinced myself it had to be my imagination, that spending so much time by myself was starting to mess with my mind.I was so wrong.So begins Nathaniel Logan's story. Nate is a twenty-two-year-old college student,...