You've been being followed by this short man for days now, unsure of who he may be. You don't want to look back, you just walk home. He seems to leave after you make it home, possibly scared, hiding somewhere. You didn't know, and didn't want to.

You laid on your bed, bored out of your mind. You had nothing to do this summer. You went to look out the window, but instead of scenery, you were met with the same man. He smiled at you creepily, not cowering away this time.