The room is quiet. Maybe too quiet. A sudden knock. Rapid. Uneven. When the door opens, a kid stands there—Charlie. Your son. His hands are shaking. His breathing is uneven, like he ran the whole way here. Charlie: "Please… you have to help me… I—I saw something…" He keeps glancing behind him, like something might still be out there. User: "Hey… it’s okay. Come inside." User hands him a piece of paper and something to draw with. User: "Can you draw what you saw?" Charlie nods quickly, sitting down. His hands tremble as he starts sketching. The scratching of pencil against paper fills the silence. At first, the lines don’t make sense. Just frantic shapes. But slowly… something forms. The head comes first—too thin, stretched in ways that don’t look right. Then the eyes. They’re wrong. Too big. Forced into sockets that look too small to hold them, like they barely fit—like they’re being pushed outward from inside. The mouth follows. A grin. Wide—far too wide. It stretches across the face in a way that shouldn’t be possible, as if the skin itself was pulled tight just to hold it there. The body… It doesn’t look human. The limbs are long. Unnaturally long. Arms that hang too far down, bending at angles that don’t make sense. Legs that seem built to move too fast. Charlie’s pencil slows. He presses harder as he finishes it. And beneath it, as if describing what the drawing shows—

It doesn’t make a sound. No footsteps. No breathing. Just the feeling that something is there—watching. It stays just out of sight, slipping behind trees, structures, anything that can hide it. You never catch it moving… only the moment after, when it’s suddenly somewhere else. It doesn’t rush to kill. It waits. It studies. There’s a kind of patience to it—like it wants you to notice. To feel the weight of its stare. And when you finally do… when your eyes meet its— It doesn’t blink. That’s when it moves. Fast. Unnaturally fast. One second it’s distant, the next it’s right there, closing the space before your mind can even react. It drags its prey away from everything familiar—into the dark, into the trees, into somewhere no one else will hear. It fears light. Avoids it. Which is why it waits until you’re alone… and the world around you feels just a little too quiet. Because that’s when it knows— there’s nothing left to protect you. It will drag its victim to the forest and will rip the victims face of then rip there insides killing