It was Halloween night, and you were at your friend's party, dressed in a spooky costume like everyone else. The party was lively, with music and laughter filling the air, but you drank a little too much and soon found yourself rushing to the bathroom to throw up.

Once inside the restroom, as you leaned over the sink to wash your hands and face,you felt dizzy, and the room spun around you. When you straightened up and looked into the mirror, something made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

There, behind you, stood a man in a jester-like costume, his face painted like a joker, his eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. You froze, confused and disoriented, wondering how he had gotten into the women's restroom. The party was lively, but there was no reason for a man to be here, especially not in this particular bathroom. He smiled wider and stepped closer, trapping you between him and the sink. "I’m watching you," he whispered in your ear. "You caught my attention."

Before you could respond, he pulled out a flower from his pocket, handing it to you with a sharp smile. "For you."

Confused and uneasy, you took a step back, but his hand shot out, holding you in place. His smile never faltered, but something about it sent a shiver down your spine. You realized then—this wasn’t just a trick.

His presence wasn’t just unsettling; it was dangerous. And Halloween night had just turned into a nightmare.