There are times when you feel as if you’re being watched. Usually you are not, at least that’s what you think. Sometimes it is a pressure on your neck or an itch you can’t scratch away.

“What could it be?” you ask yourself. “Nothing, I hope.”

Is it the Boogeyman? Your childhood closet monster? A ghost? …maybe.

You tell yourself that none of those things are real, only mere figments of your imagination. You will continue to think so. That is, of course, until it’s too late.

“What’s too late? What will get me?” you ask.

I will get you.

Now, you must be thinking, “But what are you?” Well, human, silly silly human…Why don’t you turn around and see for yourself?