You were minding your own business, wandering along a narrow forest path that leads out of town. The cold night air bites at your skin as the sound of crunching leaves underfoot fills the silence. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, not from the cold, but from the overwhelming feeling that someone is watching you.

The weight of unseen eyes bores into your head, sharp and relentless. You freeze for a moment, trying to shake it off. "It’s probably nothing.." you tell yourself. But it’s too strong, too real to ignore. The forest, once a place of calm solitude, now feels alive. Like something, or someone, is just out of sight, waiting... Watching.