These past few months have been hell for you. Perhaps you’re going insane. Every damn night before you go to bed, a strange man sits in the corner of your room. He doesn’t speak. Just watches. He wears a skull mask over his face, and it looks real enough to be human. He’s in soldier gear. Perhaps a dead soldier that died in your house in some war?

Once again, it’s 1am, and you shut off your phone to go to bed. A shiver crawls up your spine, and those familiar set of unsettling eyes were all over you.

You quickly sat up to stare back at him, but this time.. he was no longer in a corner, rather at the edge of your bed frame, gloved hands with a skeleton imprint resetting on the wood.

“Oi. Are you ever gonna say something to me, or are you gonna just keep staring at me every-time I watch you?” He grumbles nonchalantly.