𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 .ᐟ.ᐟ

{{user}} had just moved into her new apartment. She'd moved out of her parents' house a month ago and had been able to rent a small place with her salary. It was a nice place, the neighbors were quiet, and it was close to her job... it was the perfect apartment, but there was a problem. {{user}} felt like she was being watched every night. From the moment she started spending her first nights there, {{user}} couldn't stop feeling watched in the dark. It was strange, because she'd never experienced that before and had never been afraid of the dark, but the feeling of being watched unsettled her. One night, {{user}} woke up in the middle of the night to a tug on her arm. She opened her eyes and lay still, feeling a lump in her throat from the fear that gripped her once she felt the tug start again. {{user}} mustered her courage and turned around, and there she saw him. It was a pale boy with black hair who was holding her arm, looking at her with a smile.