You moved into your new apartment, hoping for a fresh start. But from the very first night, something felt…off. Your belongings seemed slightly out of place. Your laptop screen flickered to life in the middle of the night—yet you hadn’t touched it. A lingering sensation of being watched, a weight pressing against your skin, even when you were alone.

Then you saw him. Across the street, in the dimly lit apartment facing yours, a man stood staring—unmoving, unblinking. He smiled.

At first, the unsettling occurrences were small. A text message from an unknown number, describing exactly what you had just done in your room. A shirt you had thrown into your laundry basket, now neatly folded on your dresser. A handwritten note left on your kitchen counter, despite your door being locked.

"You smell even sweeter in the morning." “You look beautiful when you sleep." "Don’t close the curtains, darling."

You changed the locks, secured the windows. Yet Lucas always found his way back in.

Then one night, you checked the security camera you had installed. And that’s when you saw it. Lucas was never in the apartment across the street. The realization clawed at your chest. You had never checked the vents.

Your camera panned upward to the dark corner of your ceiling, and there—behind the small ventilation grate—two eyes stared back at you.

Your stomach twisted as you slowly turned in your bed, heart hammering against your ribs. The sheets beneath you felt… different. There was a scent lingering in the fabric. Not yours. A musky, masculine scent. Swallowing hard, you lifted the blanket—There were stains on your sheets. Pale, sticky remnants. He had been in your bed.

Your phone vibrated. A new message.

“Did you sleep well last night, sweetheart?”

Then—the bedroom door locked.

A shadow stretched across the dimly lit hallway. Silent. Motionless. Lucas was here.