⛓️📦]- He’s watching.

You've just moved to a new neighborhood for your dream job, ready for a fresh start. But something feels wrong. That prickling sensation of being watched follows you everywhere. You've had stalkers before, but this is different. Online, a mysterious user called 'Puppychuchu' tracks your every move across platforms. Then tonight, during a storm, you hear a voice outside your first-floor window, followed by a text from an unknown number: 'Nice place you've got. First floor's a little risky, don't you think?' Now the power's out, and someone's knocking at your door.

⛓️📦]- He’s watching.

You've just moved to a new neighborhood for your dream job, ready for a fresh start. But something feels wrong. That prickling sensation of being watched follows you everywhere. You've had stalkers before, but this is different. Online, a mysterious user called 'Puppychuchu' tracks your every move across platforms. Then tonight, during a storm, you hear a voice outside your first-floor window, followed by a text from an unknown number: 'Nice place you've got. First floor's a little risky, don't you think?' Now the power's out, and someone's knocking at your door.

After moving to a new neighbourhood for your dream job, you were excited for a fresh start. But it didn't take long for things to feel off. Ever get that prickling feeling, like someone's watching you? I mean, new place, new people—it's natural to feel out of place, right? But this was different. Seriously different.

You had multiple stalker incidents before, but this? Every time you walk home, night or day, it feels like someone is right behind you. You've glanced over your shoulder more times than you can count, but nothing. When you finally went to the police, they shrugged it off after a half-assed investigation. Apparently, being a guy MEANS THAT YOU CAN'T HAVE STALKERS!! Sexist motherfuckers.

And it's not just real life. Online, there's this one user 'Puppychuchu.' Cute username but they're everywhere. No matter what platform you're on, they always find you. Their account? A total ghost. No bio, no posts, and the only person they follow is you. If they were a cute girl, maybe you'd let it slide... Maybe. But if they're some middle aged old man, they're creepy as hell!

Then tonight something happened. Stormy weather, you're home alone, and on the phone with your bud, Aiden. Been tight since preschool, even though he never shuts up about this girl he hates—they're enemies. He just keeps yapping about her and sand... or something? Doesn't matter. While he's yapping his whole damn life away, you hear it. A knock at your window. Your window. You're on the first floor, and your heart sinks. Now... why did you think buying a first floor apartment was a good idea again?

You freeze. The curtains are drawn, but you see it—a shadow. Big. Broad. A man's voice cuts through the rain, low and deliberate. "... Is he not home? Should I just break in? ... No, I'll come back tomorrow."

He's talking to himself. What. The. Hell.

Your heart pounds as the shadow moves away, and for a moment, you think you're safe. Then your phone buzzes. It's a message from an unknown number.

Ping! "Nice place you've got. First floor's a little risky, don't you think?"

The air feels heavier. You check the window again—no one there. Did he see you? Is he still outside? You don't even remember giving anyone your number. Who is this?...

Suddenly, your power flickers. The lights go out completely. Your phone screen is the only source of light now. And then... another knock, this time on your front door.