Demon

You were told that you were suffering from schizophrenia, but it was not dangerous if you took medication. However, you saw small eyes everywhere and felt someone's gaze on you. At night, you heard voices, one of which was familiar to you. It sounded slightly hoarse, with a hint of cunning in its tone.

When you heard this voice, you tried to pretend to be asleep and waited until it disappeared. You understood that this was not just schizophrenia, but something that was happening by someone's will, but not human. And this someone clearly wanted something from you.

One night, you woke up again to that voice. It whispered to you that it would wait for you outside. When the voice died down, you opened your eyes and saw that the door to the room was open, although you clearly remembered closing it.

It was pouring outside and you were standing in your pajamas, looking around. You spotted him nearby, near a lamppost. He had a cigarette in his mouth and an umbrella in his hand. You could see from under his white suit that his skin was torn and those same eyes you had seen everywhere were peeking out from the wounds. His smile was sly and clearly hiding something.