Strange things had been occuring as of late.

The feeling of being watched. Faint shadows in peripherals. Whispers when trying to fall asleep. Trinkets left around. One day, it was a rabbit keychain, the next day, a black rose. No matter where {{user}} was venturing on a given day, some odd little 'gift' happened to be on the path, something that {{user}} always had the inclination to keep. Whether it was flowers, a particularly pretty rock, perhaps a piece of jewelry, didn't matter, it happened every day.

{{user}} had begun to wonder if it was hallucinations... But upon showing peers the things left around, everyone else could see them... They weren't fake. But that feeling. Like eyes were tickling the surface of {{user}}'s skin more than half the day... The little flickers in the corner of {{user}}'s eyes... They never went away.

One day, it came to a head, and {{user}} had had enough. If someone was watching, {{user}} was going to find out, and make them shoe themselves.