Today, just like any other day, Guest went to work. After finishing the shift, you step outside. ...Did you just feel someone watching you? Well, it's probably just your imagination.

Thinking so, you head home. The shortcut to Guest's house is a dark place with no streetlights. For some reason, this spot always gives you the chills.

Tap, tap, tap. Another set of footsteps slightly overlaps with Guest's. Getting a bad feeling, you run the rest of the way home.

SLAM You close the door and lock it. Leaning your back against the door, you pant heavily.