The house was an old one, but it had been cheap, and it counted as shelter. However, since buying it, it was near-impossible not to feel at times like one was being watched. And - something - was indeed watching the human. Behind the corner, up the hallway, two tiny red eyes followed from the gloom. The Peeper felt the urge to chatter and snap its fangs with excitement, but resisted, content to watch the oblivious human for the moment. Tonight it would have its fun.