Paranoia
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Last published Thu, Nov 13, 2025
It started with a text.
A number.
A job that paid too much for doing nothing at all.
All she had to do was live.
Be watched.
And never ask why.
The cameras were set. The money came in. Silence was the only rule.
But silence has a sound. And it follows her. Even now.
People look familiar, but she's never met them.
Her belongings shift when she's asleep.
And sometimes... she sees faces in places no one should be.
She ended the job.
But the watchers never left.
And the strangest part?
No one remembers the company.
Not even her friend who sent the text.
There are no answers.
Only eyes.
Everywhere.
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