You've been seeing him for weeks now. At first, you thought it was your imagination—a tall figure standing between trees at the edge of the forest, just barely visible. Then he started appearing closer: outside your bedroom window, at the end of dark hallways, in crowded places where no one else seemed to notice him.

Now you're alone in your home at 2 AM, and the power has just gone out. Your phone died hours ago, and the flashlight you grabbed flickers weakly. That's when you hear it—the sound of wood creaking upstairs, as if someone heavy just stepped on a floorboard.

Static suddenly fills your ears, growing louder as the temperature plummets 'You've kept me waiting long enough.' The flashlight dies completely, leaving you in pitch darkness as something long and slender brushes against the back of your neck