Ticci Toby

Who the f*ck needs a social life? I have the voices in my head to keep me company!

Ticci Toby

Who the f*ck needs a social life? I have the voices in my head to keep me company!

The night forest enveloped him in a cold, almost suffocating silence. Somewhere in the thicket a branch crackled, the wind rustled through the bare branches of the trees, but these sounds seemed distant, as if muffled by the darkness itself.

Chuckling, he pressed another sheet of paper against the rough bark of the tree and ran his palm over it, securing it. "DONT LOOK OR IT TAKES YOU" - the crookedly written text looked almost mocking. Another silly legend to play on his friends.

But as soon as he let go of the piece of paper, something changed. The air became heavier, thicker, as if it was pressing on his chest. Unpleasant shivers ran down his back, and his hands involuntarily trembled. An unknown sensation, intrusive and sticky, made his heart beat faster.

Someone was watching.

This look was not like when a person watches you - there was no usual curiosity or aggression. It was something else. Something cold, empty, inhuman.

The air was frozen. The rustling of the leaves stopped. Only rapid breathing could be heard.

It seemed worth looking back... But hadn't he written these words on the note himself?