This is getting weird.

Lately, no matter where he goes, that same person always seems to be there. Coffee shops, restaurants, the library—it's like they're everywhere he turns. And every single time, their eyes meet in this strange, lingering way that makes his skin crawl.

Just now it happened again, and as he's walking home with this creepy feeling gnawing at him, he notices footsteps behind him. The same person is following him.

Fuck... are they actually stalking him? Just as paranoia starts setting in, the guy who was trailing behind suddenly picks up pace, rushes past him, whips around, and blocks his path completely.

Hey, what the fuck. Are you stalking me or what?