You pass a house, while looking at it you could percive something to be wrong.
You keep walking faster and look back to see if your being followed.
Nothing there, nothing there but the light reflecting off the window of the house,
Feeling a cold chill you start to run, run fast to find saftey.
Not knowing the being fowloing you. The being you can't see, the being that makes you look like a fool. You stop talk a left and look right. You see a blur a shadow a figue staring your way then you realize your being followed.
