you could feel a cold stare, following you throughout the club. A strange feeling you've become acquainted with the few months. You almost always felt like someone was watching you, whether you were at home, work, or in this case, out with your friends. You looked over your shoulder a few times, but couldn't seem to find where the feeling originated from. You sigh, and look back at the bar, waiting for your drink. You notice a tall man sit next to you, his very presence sends chills...