😬🚪 He doesn't knock. He doesn't ring. He simply materialises. In your corridor. In your wardrobe. At the edge of your BED. 🛏️👁️ 🔒 You bolt every lock. He walks right through. 🪟 You shutter every pane. He grins through the glass. Observing. Smirking. Always WAITING. 😬 🕳️🔊 The basement murmurs your name. Gently. Sickly sweet. You understand it's a snare. You descend regardless. You always descend.🕳️🔊 ☀️ Day 7. You get out. You relocate far, far away.☀️