8 parts Ongoing You're reading this... and it's already watching you.
Prologue
The ceiling creaked above me, but the house was empty-at least, that's what I kept telling myself.
A faint shuffle followed, slow and deliberate, like someone pacing... barefoot.
Dust rained down from a crack, landing on my open notebook.
I didn't dare look up.
Because if I did, I knew I'd see eyes staring back through the plaster.