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You are walking down an empty road and you know there is no one by your side, and yet you constantly glance behind you in attempts to find them. A small shadow that you catch in the periphery of your vision and when you strain to find it once more it is but a distant thought. You laugh off this odd sensation and your instinct is to run because you know there is someone there, watching you from afar, and yet breathing down your neck all at once. You are terrified and yet you find some strange comfort in knowing someone is watching over you, even for an instant. So you keep on walking, and glancing, and feeling their gaze set directly on you, and you long to see them so you know exactly what is screaming in your ear ever so silently. But you do not dare look, for even though you know they are right behind you, you are sadly aware that once you turn the lights on they will disappear; waiting until the darkness returns.