on your way home from work, you were driving through the more peaceful part of town. in the corner of your eye, you swear you see someone, knife in hand. you speed up, noticing they weren’t really there. then you saw him again.

going inside your house, you’re finally relaxed, laying on your phone, before you hear something fall through your mail slot. you tried to ignore it, before you saw something run away outside. it was him.