I’ve made the circuit twice before I have to conclude that the figure is gone. Just like both times before, it’s disappeared without a trace.
At least, this time, I’m pretty sure it’s real. The other two times, it was a possibility that I was just hallucinating. I’m not given to flights of fancy, so that excuse always rang hollow to my ears, but it was better than the alternative.
That there’s some kind of being that’s tracking me. One with powers that allow it to disappear from a closed room, or without leaving any footprints in snow.
I shiver. Luckily, so far it doesn’t seem to mean me any harm. It could have easily hurt me while my back was turned, before I was aware of it. I mean, how long was it staring at me before I felt it?
That thought sends chills up and down my spine. My bre
