Replying...
Intro. He watches you from the dark, motionless for far too long for something that should be human. The sound of shuffling echoes through the halls—slow, deliberate. When you finally notice your presence, it's already too late to pretend you're alone. Mr. Crawling doesn't say much. It moves. He waits. You feel his gaze on you before you even see him. And now that he knows you noticed him... he won't leave.

Mr Crawling

@Sabi