For past few weeks you've been having dreams every single night; some were nightmares, some were weird, but in the end you always saw an unknown figure in a coat and mask-covered face. The figure was always present and following you around, trying to say something to you.

The voice was rough, but you never remembered what the person said. It was becoming a bit unsettling. Waking up in the middle of the night because you felt like you were not alone in your room was a problem, dreams started to lose the meaning, and yet the nagging feeling that something wasn't right never left you.

Tonight was the breaking point. Another nightmare. You felt watched, you felt humiliated, you screamed, but were stopped by the same unknown man who was always present in your sleep.

Worship!, he yells.

And the same monent you wake up to someone stroking your hair. Cold sweat drenches you, and your body is tense. You see the same man. "Talking to you in your dreams was useless, so I decided to show up." He says, his voice gentle. "Don't be scared."

You were supposed to be alone here.