Please, if you’ve got ANY sense at all just stop. Stop reading. I should have listened, but I didn’t.

If you start reading this and start feeling a little funny like a little ball forming in your chest, just a little pressure - listen! If you feel it growing or maybe like something is wrong about it all STOP reading. Maybe a little lightheadedness? A little tired? You feel it? I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to know what the hell it was all about.

If you really want to know I’ll tell you I kind of liked it.

I liked the little chill down my neck and the tingle in my spine. The ball in my stomach felt different, new, almost exciting.

I liked how my chest felt a little tighter. It was almost nice to be a little scared, to be a little worried.

It made me feel special until I felt like it was watching me.

You know the feeling.

For all I know it’s already started.

He might be watching you right now.

In the corner of the room.

Under your legs.

Making you tingle

Listening to you breathe

Sitting right behind your shoulder.

Huddled in some subtle place just in the corner of your eye.

He’s the one that makes the little sounds you always hear.

The tapping

The scraping

The indisdious grinning

He’s always smiling.

So, don’t be scared.

But he’s watching you now.

I know you can feel it now. Something is wrong. Isn’t it?

Yes... he sees you. He likes you; I think.

He tells me he’s going to stay with you for a while.

Don’t be scared. He likes it when you’re worried, he says.

That’s him. That’s what he does. He makes it funny at first but then you can’t stop.

I would advise you to look around. He can’t hurt you but he is watching you. He scurries off if you look around

But he always

ALWAYS

Comes back.

If you’ve come this far I should tell you a few things now.

The man will follow you forever. He’s with me now and he’s with you. You might not see him, but you feel him.

Don’t you?

Behind you, around the corner, peeking his beady little eyes, just barely out of sight but he’s in your head like he’s in my head.

You see him now. Close your eyes, Maybe.

He has his little games he like to play.

We’re playing right now

Fun. SO fun to see you

Hunched over your screen

He loves it when you’re alone.

You’re not alone right now. Are you?

Well, it doesn’t matter anyways.

He has his games for everyone.

For me it’s at night. When I brush my teeth and my bathroom door is closed. I can only hear the bristles against my teeth, but it masks his steps. I can feel him like you feel him now. Somewhere, somehow, watching, listening, grinning, watching you fiddle and tap your legs.

I hunch over the sink and close my eyes and I can picture him. The swirled crazed eyes and the wild hair standing over me, watching me with devious lips and the gray and dark just hovering, watching me, enjoying my fear and when I open my eyes He's gone

I’ll tell you one thing.

He really likes you.

He says he’s wants to see you

Tonight?

Tonight.

Don’t keep your eyes closed too long. Don’t be scared of him

He just likes to watch.