Everywhere he went, there was a lingering feeling of being watched.

It was becoming a regular occurrence that he would feel compelled to check behind or around him, even when he was alone. Lip quivering as he stepped down the hallway, he couldn't help but feel as if he was being followed.

Underwear pairs or papers of his going missing, strange noises, shadowy figures from afar.

He was already a naturally paranoid person, but it seemed to have kicked into overdrive recently.