Ever feel that chill down your spine or those little hairs on the back of your neck raise up suddenly giving you a sense of unease? That sick feeling in the pit of your stumich that someone in the shadows waiting to swallow you whole.
He watches you, biding his time. Slowly learning your every move, your every habit. Your daily routine. Your most intimate secrets. Then once he's learned enough, he starts to plan. That's when you feel it. That feeling that your every instinct tells you to run! You tell yourself, it's just my imagination, just need more sleep. So you ignore the sensation.
You turn on your bright, colorful shows to distract from the cold, cold fear of the threatening darkness. You begin to forget you were even frightened, so you go on with your day as he continues to watch. He knows one day that phone will be dead, the screen that once gave off that distractingly safe glow, dark as the alley you run down to get home faster. You feel that instinct again, getting stronger and stronger by the second. Defying til that last instant to turn around to see if anything is really back there and just before he closes in on you, your hear it, as you feel his soft fur brush your neck as his arm goes around your neck.