No matter where I go, I feel it behind me a presence keeping pace with every step I take. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, a shadow cast by the streetlights. But the feeling grew stronger, heavier, like something breathing down my neck. When I glanced back, nothing was there. Yet, the footsteps echoed, matching mine exactly, even when I was alone in the middle of nowhere.
One night, I stopped and turned around, expecting an empty street. Instead, I saw a dark figure standing just beyond the reach of the light, motionless but watching. The cold dread that washed over me told me one thing it wasn’t going away. And neither was I. Wherever I run, it follows patient, relentless, waiting for the moment I stop moving. Shutdown123