Stalker and/or strange entity haunting you, watching you walk to work, go shopping, go to the park. No one else seems to notice them. They've never touched or hurt you before, never get too close, but it's terrifying, yet there's nothing the police can do.
They follow you home for the first time. You hide in the closet of your room with a knife, trying not to hyperventilate or cry. You can't help but think about all of the horrible things this stalker/entity could possibly do to you and your body.
Your stalker/entity however, thinks fuck, you live like this? When the fuck is the last time you vacuumed? There's not a single vegetable in your entire kitchen, and the only drink you seem to have is soda. Every shirt you own is wrinkly because you just leave it in the basket.
They leave your home, and you think you're safe, which, you are. But you aren't alone. At night there's an insistent tapping at your back door. Nails/claws scratching to get your attention. You wait until it's day to check your back porch. There's a bottle of water and a gift card to your local grocery store. What the fuck? There's a little bit of dried blood on the card, but it's got plenty of money on it.
This is only the beginning. You're doom scrolling on your phone in the evening when the closet in your hallway creeks open and your vacuum falls out. It freaks you out, but there's no one else in sight so you put it back where it belongs, close the door and go back to your couch. It happens again though, and again, and keeps happening until you get the message. Later, it only happens once every week to remind you to clean.
If you haven't had the energy to shower in a while, sometimes the door will lock on it's own when you're in the bathroom. It shouldn't be possible to lock the door from the outside, but no matter how much you jingle the handle and slam into the door, it won't budge. As long as you're stuck in here, you might as well take a shower. After you're done, the door opens as it was always meant to.
Once you tried to ignore them. You threw out the healthy food they left you. You ignored the vacuum and left it laying on the ground. You were having such a bad week, and even the ever precent stalker/entity couldn't make you brush you teeth, do your dishes or bathe. You'd never pissed them off before, and they were going to punish you now. Not physically, no, they would never hurt you.
But your lights would cut out at night, leaving you in pitch darkness. Doors slammed, someone or something breathed on you, something yanked on your shirt as you tried to flee. When you turned your phones flashlight on, something stood at the end of your hallway. Whether they were a human or not, they certainly didn't come off as one. Too tall, too long limbed, and too still. Soon your phone light cut off too. Your front and back doors were locked and you couldn't leave. They always felt like they were looming over you, and they continued until you hid in the same closet as before, sobbing and panicking. They continued until the sun rose.
You apologized through your tears, and promised to do better, and they forgave you. Everything went back to "normal" after.
There are still plenty of terrifying moments. The barely visible silhouette of someone or something outside of your windows at night. Waking up to your bedroom door slightly ajar when you know it was closed before. The obvious signs of someone rummaging in your dirty clothes and bed when you come home from work.
But somehow you got used to it. You started to talk them, though you never ever got a response back. You'd say thanks, talk about your day- though they obviously already knew it all-, talk about a movie you liked, etc.
Sometimes you'd sit down to watch a show or play a video game, and you'd put a second bowl of snacks out. Originally you'd put them next to you, and it was never touched. But one night when you laid on your couch watched a movie, the second bowl out of sight, you swore you could hear the slight movements of something else. When you got up for a bathroom break, it was obvious someone or something had been eating from the second bowl.
You should hate this, the stalker, the entity, the invasion of your privacy, the terror, but...you have to admit you're doing better than before. Eating healthier, putting more care into hygiene, tidying your home, dressing nicer. Do you simply like the personal improvement it's brought on? Do you actually like the attention? Might you even like the fright? You're not sure if you actually don't know, or if you're just unwilling to admit it to yourself.
Maybe one day you'll actually meet them face to face. Maybe one day you'll actually have a real conversation. Maybe one day you'll learn their name.
