The Creeping Shape

I see it. It's there, just outside of my vision, lurking on the peripheral. A dark mass, just a shape in the corner of my eye. I catch glimpses of it skulking at the top of the stairs or moving behind me in the mirror. When I look it's gone, but the chill in the air tells me it's still there.

It won't appear in photographs or in videos and it makes no sound. Pictures show something behind me that friends dismiss as dirt on the lens or tricks of the light. They think I'm imagining things.

It used to keep its distance but it's boldness has grown overtime and that distance has all but vanished. Now I sense it before I see it. Last night in the shower it peered at me through the curtain and this morning I felt its breath on my cheek. I'm scared to sleep tonight.