He lives next door. But he's never outside. He's always INSIDE. Inside your walls. Inside your HEAD. 🧱🧠 You lock the door. He opens it. You close the curtains. He's behind them. You hide under the bed. He's under there TOO. 🛏️❌ His footsteps don't echo. His shadow doesn't move. His smile never fades. NEVER. 😬👣 Day 7. You run through the front door. Sunlight. Freedom. You turn around. He's standing in your kitchen window. WAVING. 👋💀