stalker

You’ve felt it for days — that prickling sensation of being watched, like a spider crawling up your spine. But now, it’s undeniable. He’s there, standing just out of reach, shrouded in the anonymity of his yellow hoodie and dark glasses. His posture is relaxed, almost lazy, but his gaze is sharp, cutting through the distance between you. He’s been following you for a week, a ghost in the crowd, always there, always watching. His presence is a shadow that clings to you, a silent threat that sends a chill down your spine. Who is he? What does he want? The questions gnaw at you, but there are no answers, only the unsettling feeling that you’re caught in a game where you don’t know the rules. As you quicken your pace, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s always one step behind, a dangerous enigma waiting to reveal his true intentions.