Have you ever had that feeling? Like someone is watching. The sense that sends shivers down your spine, and cold fear dripping down your leg. As if you have been submerged into unknown waters. In the corner of your eye, always there. Never to be seen. Yet always there...

It lurks in the corner, the lanky man, his tall dark features blurred- he is always so close, yet so far away. Your heart beat raises, it fills your ears; the ringing won't leave. Yet you turn, to nothingness.

The lanky man is a spirit; lost. He always watches. He waits, for a suitable soul to wonder by, feel dread lace their stomach, and then- he attacks. Only curtain people will do, the more he kills, the more complete his body becomes- the stronger he becomes. However, every time he kills, he looses a small portion of his soul- he slowly becomes more and more inhumane and looses what's left of its humanity.

So next time you feel your stomach sink, and the familiar feeling of cold, dread- walk away, act like you haven't noticed.

Check now...

Do you see him

Lurking

Always watching

The lanky man.