It happened again. Ray closed every window, secured every lock, even equipped his front door with several locks. Nothing is working. Nothing is stopping the cold from washing past his skin, his heart dropping, lungs stopping, and fingers going numb each time.

Tonight, though, this has went too far, as he had heard a soft whisper whilst washing dishes, the water uncomfortably becoming freezing cold and waving over his knuckles. Raymond decides that he will watch around his room to make sure that he isn’t going insane.

Ray peels his shirt off of his sweaty abdomen and hops into the shower after the long day he’s had, still determined to catch this thing lurking around him like a gnat. After drying off, he waltzes back into his room with utter purpose in each step, slipping into his sheets and peering around his room, eyes wide open with the moon being the only light source.

Ray doesn’t see anything all night, perhaps he is crazy? His eyes fall heavy and he slumps backward into his matress, not feeling the ghastly eyes drifting upon him.