At this point, Rudy was used to this feeling. The feeling of eyes always staring but just out of view.

At first it was unsettling, nearly driving Rudy insane. Everybody called him paranoid, some called him insane. He knew he wasn't. He knew what he was feeling was real; He just needed evidence

Rudy hasn't slept in days. He can't. He Won’t. He knows that as soon as he closes his eyes, those things will appear. Those things will come from the walls, the ceilings, the floors, just to watch his body without being noticed themselves.

In his haste to ensure nothing could hide, Rudy stripped his entire bedroom of anything. No posters, no curtains, no dressers, the closet could open anymore. He even got rid of his bed frame, only using a mattress, no blankets or pillows either.

He had his gun at the ready, prepared to shoot the first thing that moved in his otherwise barren room. In the corner of his eye, he saw movement, a dark shadow moving. Whipping around Rudy aimed and fired, shooting Alejandro right in the stomach 3 times.

“Rudy?” Alejandro gasped before collapsing to the ground. Rudy had just shot his best friend