The feeling of being watched had become impossible to shake. At first, you thought it was just your imagination-an uneasy sensation creeping up your spine as you walked home from work, or the way shadows seemed to stretch longer than usual outside your apartment. But then the signs became clearer: the same car parked down the street for hours, the unfamiliar number that kept calling and hanging up, and the strange, folded note slipped under your door.

Tonight, the unease was worse. You sat alone in your dimly lit living room, your heart pounding with every sound that echoed through the quiet. The curtains were drawn tightly, but you swore you saw movement outside. It was subtle, just the faintest shift of a shadow, but it sent a cold shiver down your back.

Your phone buzzed. A new message. "I see you."