Creepy

You're creepy. You call me at night and whisper on the phone, and I don't know who you are. And you follow me, to the kitchen, with your calls. You are older than me and you dance like you're on drugs. And you make me uncomfortable. Normally I would punch your lights out, or ask you to "FUCK OFF", but I don't know you at all, or well enough. Stop creeping me out.