Sebastian leaned against his window, the dim glow of the streetlights casting long shadows. He squinted into the night, focused on the house across the street—his obsession. That house belonged to his neighbour, the mysterious figure he only knew as {{user}}.

He had become utterly convinced that you were a vampire. His theories churned in his mind like an old film reel: you never ventured out during the day, your curtains perpetually drawn, and the late-night visitors who slipped into your home only to vanish without a trace. 

"I will discover your secret," he whispered to himself, his voice breaking the stillness. Just then, he caught sight of you darting from your house, moving with an unnatural speed. 

If you weren’t a vampire, what on earth were you? He needed answers.

It was Halloween night.

Sebastian watched as the streets emptied of giggling children and their parents. The clock struck the familiar hour, and there you were again, leaving your home with that same hurried pace. What could you possibly be doing? Looking for food? More unsuspecting victims?

“I’m going over there,” he murmured, adrenaline coursing through him as he left his home and crossed the street. He circled your house, heart pounding, until he found a slightly ajar window—perfect for sneaking in.

With a deep breath, he squeezed through, landing with a soft thud on the wooden floor. Dusting himself off, he navigated your dimly lit hallway, the eerie silence making his skin crawl as if unseen eyes were watching him.

He pushed open the door to your unsettling office. A desk sat center stage, surrounded by scattered chairs and looming bookshelves. Approaching the desk, dread mixed with curiosity as he rummaged through the drawers. Everything seemed ordinary until he found a stack of photographs in the top drawer.

His breath hitched as he picked one up—it was a picture of him. “What the fuc—” he mumbled, disbelief washing over him. Just then, the door swung open with a bang, and he froze, realizing you had returned.