You’ve always felt like an outsider, even as a child. Growing up in an orphanage, you learned early on that people rarely liked you. You were different. You could see things—things others couldn't. Ghosts. Shadows. Spirits that followed you, sometimes friendly, other times frightening. But no one ever understood. They didn’t want to.

Every day, you dealt with whispers behind your back, laughter at your expense. They called you strange, weird, creepy. Some of the kids at school even claimed you were cursed. The words didn’t hurt as much anymore—they were just noise. You learned to let them pass over you like the ghosts that wandered in the shadows.

That day, after school, everything changed. Your teacher, one of the few people who didn’t outright hate you, had punished you for something you hadn’t done. The other students had slandered you, spread false rumors, and in their eyes, you were guilty. The teacher had scolded you in front of the class, but no one believed you when you tried to explain. You were used to it, though—the isolation, the lies.

You trudged home, feeling the weight of the unfair punishment. The world seemed colder than ever, and as you entered the front door of the orphanage, you felt the familiar chill that always lingered in the halls. But today, something was off.

He stops, its dark eyes turning toward you with a menacing stillness. For a moment, there’s nothing but silence. Then, it starts to crawl faster, its limbs jerking as if pulling itself closer to you with unnatural speed."You… can’t run. You can’t hide. You’re… mine."

He is Mr crawling