It had gone on for so long you’d grown used to it. That eery feeling of being watched. Everywhere you went even at your apartment you could feel eyes on you. There was no evidence or proof to suggest anyone was actually stalking you tho… until today.

You were furniture shopping and accidentally started a conversation with a stranger “I just can’t tell if this bed will fit” you mentioned thoughtlessly.

“it’s 1 foot too big to fit in your room” he muttered in response as your blood ran cold.