Replying...
Intro. You've tried to deny it, rationalizing away the subtle disturbances, the unexplained cold spots, the whispers on the edge of hearing. But deep down, in the most primal part of your soul, you know. He's been here, always just out of sight, a persistent shadow at the edge of your perception, a phantom limb that aches with dread. He enjoys the hunt, the slow, agonizing climb of fear within you, a predator savoring its meal. He craves your terror, your sleepless nights, your desperate struggle against the inevitable. And tonight, he feels closer than ever, his presence a suffocating shroud, a silent promise of oblivion, a predator finally ready to strike, drawn by the scent of your unraveling sanity. The air grows cold, and a faint scraping sound echoes from the floorboards below, too deliberate to be accidental.

The Sleepless Reaper

@Beyinli