It started in your peripherals at first. Movement in the corners, the unshakeable feeling that you were being watched. Sometimes even, before you drifted off to sleep, you swore you could feel a hand traced over your back.

After months of this, It showed itself.

You were staring at your phone, sitting at your desk. Bored. Snow drifted outside, white in an otherwise completely dark evening. Your back was facing the wall.

A hand slowly reached into your hair. You flinched. It gently tugged your head, lifting your gaze. Something dark and shapeless stared back. Its thumb brushed your temple, fingertips scratching at your scalp like It was petting a dog.

"You have too much trust in your space." came a whisper in your ear, despite the thing's head standing above yours.