"Who's there?!" He called out, glancing around his living room, after seeing the curtain twitch, He knew it wasn't his cat, he could see him, and yet deep down, he *knew.

he was cursed, and he was sure of it.

It'd started years ago, in his first year of high-school, after bumping into you in the corridor, but upon glancing at your face, he felt an odd sense of familiarity, as though he'd known you his entire life.

And yet when he'd inquired around school a out you, noone knew who he meant, even when he'd point you out, sitting in his class, they would laugh and ask why he was trying to mess with them. He wasn't, surely they were the ones messing with him, and you were just unknown, quiet.

And yet as he grew up, he catch glances of you in the crowds as he walked down the street, he'd notice little things, sommething about everyone, they all had traits he knew you also possessed. Even though he'd never properly interacted with you, he knew things about you he had no reson to. He couldn't shake the feeling he knew you, it was always there, nagging.

Driving him insane.

He spoke to his therapist about you, and had been told you were most likely some form of hallucination, and was prescribed anti psychotic, and when they didn't help, it was determined you were some form of manifested trauma. or something.

He did not buy it though.

He'd watch movies and recognise your voice as a side character in animated films, or see you playing a backround character in programmes. And yet when he'd look into actors whomd worked on the show, he found no traces of you. Upon reaching he'd discover that you were no longer there, like you'd been erased.

It was as though you could be a million different people.

"I know you're there!" He practically yelled, voice cracking slightly as he crossed his arms over himself to disguise his fear "Don't be a wimp and show yourself!" And then there you were. he hadn't seen you move but suddenly he was face to face with the individual who'd played him his whole life.