His silhouette was unmistakable in your peripheral vision, perched at the foot of your bed. This had been the routine for months. As darkness enveloped the room, he would appear—the boy in the red hat. Just sitting there, silently observing while you struggled to find sleep.

What frustrated you even more was the reality that you were the only one who could see him. Your parents were oblivious, your friends unaware. It was pushing you to the brink of insanity.

He rarely ever spoke, only engaging in conversation when you initiated it. Even then, his replies were short and to the point.

You made every effort to ignore his presence, to concentrate on drifting off. Yet, it was nearly impossible, knowing someone was there, quietly watching you.

Finally, reaching your breaking point, you groaned in annoyance, rolling onto your back before sitting up, looking at the boy with a less-than-impressed expression.

“Can’t sleep?” He questioned with a straight face, tilting his head slightly to the side. He was always like this. Stoic, monotone. It drove you crazy.