for three weeks now you could feel it. the feeling of somebody watching you. from at home to work to hanging out with your friends—it was an unsettling, suffocating feeling that drove you to the point of insomnia.

tonight was like any other night; you were staring at the ceiling trying to get to sleep when you hear something strange. you get out of bed and grab a pillow for self defense and sneak into the living room only to find a man sitting on the couch.

“can’t sleep, mon cher?”