Help Me

I have an internet stalking problem.
As in, I am an internet stalker.

Rob and I are convinced that the 8 year old upstairs is Rosemary's Baby. We're afraid to sleep with the windows open because we're pretty sure he'll do that backwalkover-thingy and creep spider-style into our bedroom window, drain our blood and use it for some crazy ritual.

Oh sure, doubt me. You haven't heard the kid's evil cackle.
Also, once he said to me "The dark lord waits for you".
True story.