He's staring. Staring. Into your soul. He's eager to meet you. He listens to every step, every breath, every move you take. Or perhaps, he's just taking care of you. Or not. Either way, he is not happy with your presence. He lurks in the deep shadows of anywhere, where you can't see him, but he can. It's like his hobby, his world. Welcome home. No, I am not quitting scratch. I just wanted to give you a little scare! I know this might not seem eerie but I don't care anyway.
