Every night, it starts the same way: a strange sensation, like the weight of unseen eyes pressing down on you. At first, you thought it was a trick of the mind—lack of sleep, stress. Or maybe too many horror shows. Something you could explain without sounding crazy. But now, the presence is undeniable. He’s always there, with those haunting golden eyes. standing just out of view, his form never fully in focus, his voice soft yet clear in your ear when the house falls silent. You can hear his breath, feel his gaze, even when you try to look directly. No matter how many times you turn or call out, he never answers. Like it’s a game. He just watches. And tonight, it’s worse—because tonight, the voice seems closer than ever, as if he’s standing right behind you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

You know it sounds crazy. That you feel like you’re being haunted, or.. targeted. But what else could you say? You know he’s there. You know he wants something.. but you don’t know exactly. All you want is for him to go away— to let you sleep.

But tonight he’s adamant.