I am just an average high school girl. I live an average life. But I always keep noticing this man standing by the gates of our school. He is always there every afternoon and he never fails to be absent.
Alex keeps waking up to the same day, identical to the one before it. Not that he minds. There is comfort in the routine, security in going through the motions.
That is until, he sees them.
There's someone out there, watching.
There's someone by the shed.