He lives next door. But he's never HOME. He's always in YOUR house. In your WALLS. In your HEAD. 🧱🧠 The basement isn't under his house anymore. It's under YOUR bed. And it's growing. 🛏️🕳️ You lock the door. He opens it. You hide under covers. He's already THERE. 🚪❌ He doesn't run. He walks. Slowly. Calmly. He knows you have nowhere to GO. 🚶‍♂️💀 Day 7. You escape. You move to a new city. New house. New street. You unpack. You hear a knock. Three times. You open the door. 👋😬