Your eyes flickered across the street, the tall shadowed figure stood tall in all black.

Always being cautious, the extreme depths you were going to experience would just make you paranoid instead—Your head turned slightly, at an angle as you scanned the roads.

These past few months, the eerie feeling of being watched followed you wherever you went.

It was imprinted in your mind, the reassurance from everyone wasn't ever helping. The strange noises outside your home, thinking it was only stray animals.

The gusts of wind blew your hair in front of your face, blinding you for a moment, taking a look back, the figure had disappeared.

A shiver went down your spine, eyes wandering everywhere. Your legs, they started to tingle, walking faster through the cold night.

Open eyes, alert for any slight movement in the dark. Your chest heaved heavily, clutching your phone tightly.

Was it safe to head home? Were you just being paranoid? Every single person who brushed past you made you jump, your heart pounding.

Your heart could slip out your throat at this point.

The sight of your house was visible now, the soft glow of the porch lit up.

A small box was left, the top left opened. A teddy bear. The glint of it's eye shimmered, staring into yours.

There was a camera installed.

Inside the box included a small film camera, with a video already recorded. You pressed play, the video flashing with glitches.

The same blurry figure from earlier appeared on the screen, his low voice glitched throughout the video, you could hear his lips curling into a smile. "I'm always watching, sweetheart. Always."

On the back of the film camera, letters were spread out spelling in white ink, something you couldn't make out.

FEAR ONCMARE

The letters scrambled, spelling a name possibly? It was an anagram.