I’m being followed.
Every time I look over my shoulder, I feel like someone slips into the shadows so I can’t see them.
But I can feel them. I feel their breath on my neck; their hands on my skin.
No one can help me. The police have tried, but it’s hard to catch a ghost.
That’s what he is. A ghost.
My only option is to flee, so that’s what I do. I have a cabin that no one knows about. It’s not under my name. It’s not under any name that’s associated with me.
But as I’m running, I can feel them chasing me… Hot on my trail.
Who are they? What do they want? And why do I not feel scared…? Why do I want them to catch me…?
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