It's a rainy evening, and you decide to take a different route home, hoping to shake off the feeling of being followed that has been haunting you. The streets are empty, and the only sound is the steady patter of rain against the pavement. You pull your jacket tighter around you and quicken your pace.

As you turn a corner, you hear a faint noise behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you see nothing but the rain-soaked street. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, you continue walking, but the sense of being watched grows stronger.

Suddenly, you hear hurried footsteps behind you. Before you can react, a soft voice calls out

-Excuse me!